This isn’t some typical poetry
for your children.
This is some advice for some 6.5
billion.
This is for the masses that need
some positive feelings.
For all the people who can’t
stand Uncle Sam’s dealings.
These politicians only got my
people reeling.
Back on our heels, and inflated
to the ceiling.
Only numbers that don’t go up is
our hourly pay.
And yet we’re expected to make it
day by day.
No one is listening to what the
people have to say.
This is supposed to be democracy,
you say?
This is the struggle. American third world country.
Forgive me for not feeling that
the life I live is lovely.
How can I, when my family is
constantly struggling?
Ain’t no way we can make it, my
babies are going hungry.
All because Daddy doesn’t make
enough money.
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