How much longer must I swoon,
Between my mothers womb;
Or a dampened icy tomb.
Enduring only this gloom!
I was let out on a windy day,
When I thought that I was about to play.
All my toys were taken away,
Because of politics I was taught to pray!
Life was totally confusing,
Watching all the politicians wilfully abusing;
All their powers with total greed.
They made sure they took more than they need!
Their own nests to feather,
Come sunshine or stormy weather.
To them all things were the same,
Playing their deceitful game!
Politicians will be rewarded in the end,
With rest, eternally in a tomb to spend!
Copyright ©2003 William E Cox
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