by Chris Earl

Created on: July 03, 2009

Old men I know will speak of hope

And how the world use to be free

But Master calls and we must cope

The Loss of rights stripped by degree.

Rise up my friends lets all go vote

Remove the filth from power's lair

Incumbents oust to trim the bloat

Lets kill the pork its only fair.

In my district we love largess

Complacent fools blind to the truth

Our eyes put out by growing mess

We yield control of voting booth.

How will it end its plain to see

The mirror view of you and me.

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