They Bled, We Moan
I hate what I see
I hate what we’ve become
Squeeze the poorest on poor street
So the rich have more fun.
Seeing homeless soldiers on the street
The cash that I have I give
What the hell have we become
When a veteran needs this to live?
I hate the power and I hate it’s greed
I have no words for Johnson
He’s brought the poor and the weak to their knees
I hate what we are
Me, me, me,me,me,me!
People who are suffering right now. No money, no hope. A broken society.
We grieve for our lost ones.
We should not have to grieve for the lives we live!
Our ancestors fought and died for their beliefs.
We just change channels when we don’t like what see.
I hate what we’ve become.
For God’s sake, what the fu#k are we?
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2022
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