Politics In My Soup

a poem illustrating some issues facing america today

Tainted by the poison pen,

lies streaming through our ears.

Stitched into our skin,

the criss cross metal streaming up our arms.

 

Harbor our disgust and spread it on in doses of the pain.

Misunderstood in young America,

always someone new to blame.

 

Our freedom is on trial,

they're bringing out the guns.

Metal,flesh, and combat boots,

our taxes just went up.

 

So far away from whatwe planned.

George Washington is mad.

The economy is breaking down,

so much for what we had.

 

Miss America needs help,

our money is all gone.

So much for great and powerful,

someone please,

tell

Bush

he

was

WRONG!