Poem #18
#17 of My Poems
surprised at how short some of these are..
As i sit and watch the mud slinging begin,
Each politician accuses the other of something or another,
My heart grows heavy and weary.
They get paid for serving us, to protect and aide all of us,
We the people used to be such a powerful saying.
Now, they seek to enslave us, to divide and splinter us,
While we bow our heads, we yield the yoke of ownership.
Our home is our castle no more, We are not the people.
When We should be together, working towards one goal,
Instead we are guided apart, lead by our greed, anger and sorrow.
Even as i sit, i record, i feel the hope die inside me.
We're truly lost, and together we all die.