You Show Me How Its Done
At times things get hectic,
a constant battle of wits,
trying to mold little minds,
into something that fits.
The mold society demands,
accountable we have become,
for the actions of our children,
because the need to blame someone.
The irony of this though,
is the legislation that they pass,
disciplined now,
is a thing of the past.
It's alright for them,
sitting behind there desks passing the laws,
I bet they have never,
been on the ground floor.
Crucified at both ends,
there seems to be no middle ground,
so Mr politician,
I'd like you to show me how it's done.
M.Mahauariki © 2012
Copyright © Murray Mahauariki | Year Posted 2012
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