The Tired Old Man
A tired old man sat quietly on his chair,
Seems he wasn’t happy with the way things were beginning to appear.
Unrest, turmoil, conspiracy, collusion, treason, and treachery.
The old man lowered his head and began to cry.
How did things get out of hand and why?
How can we turn our backs on so any and please just the few?
Have the words compassion and decency have been erased from us too?
Can’t they see what they have begun?
It’s not too late to change before a grave injustice is done.
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