We Need Help
How careless they play their game,
do I have to name , names?
I'll do this, and I'll do that,
but my bank account needs to be fat.
Constantly they fight for votes, hey,
they really know the ropes.
Don't blame me, it's not my fault,
and another one just got caught.
Sneaky, and slick, where do they all stand,
I believe we just got slammed.
Trust, respect, honor, what do these words mean?
They mean a war in a far away land,
They mean soldiers, that don't have a voice,
They mean graves being dug everyday,
They mean hospitals full of wounded,
They mean promises not being kept,
They mean we as a country, really need help.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2007
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