by Lady Moore-Sabb

Created on: September 06, 2008

What a mess

The past has raised it's ugly head

palms out streched, our future's read

The devil's done his dirty deed

But God will still supply our needs

So keep in mind the task at hand

Your duty to the promised land

The chosen one betwixt the two

To change the lives of me and you

To govern fair amongst the earth

To always put the Father first

To feed the poor and hungry souls

To lead us to that pot of gold

To offer shelter where there's none

To recognize God's only son

To bring our loved ones home in peace

To make the cry for war to cease

To cut the cost of oil and gas

To save the race of middle class

To pay our teachers what they earn

To help our children so they learn

To open up careers and jobs

Take higher taxes , from richer snobs

Make healthcare, affordable

And nursing homes responsible

Social security and pension plans

Can't sustain the needs of man

Housing costs are way too high

A funeral costs too much to die

Medicines, all cost so much

That longer life seems out of touch

And don't forget the idle dreams

That bursts our jails right to the seams

while A.I.D.s and H.IV. I'm told

Sieze our cities in choke holds

Veterans now line our streets

lodged by trash cans where they eat

Mental patients roam at will

Innocent people being killed

Police have lost their civil minds

and joined the crooks in committing crimes

Terrorist now own our stores

and operate beyond the laws

Knowing this is what we face

Who will you choose to win this race?

Please make your voice heard say it loud Vote!

@2008

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