Broken Government

From November they come, promises to all.
We get them in office, we hand them the ball.
They stood on their pulpit and told us they care,
We wonder what happened, is anyone there?

Politicians and lobbyist in plain view,
Selecting their choices, a cash rich menu,
The pork looks real nice, baked Alaska they share,
Leftovers in pocket, a bridge to nowhere.

Money from taxes, it's the way of the land,
Comes straight from your wallet and into their hand.
The Governments broken, we know that for sure,
The incumbents must go, "fresh meat" is the cure.

There's no time for delay, the message is clear,
Our country is something that we should not fear.
No Dictators or Kings surrounded by moats.
We can send our message by casting our votes.

Written by
S.S. Wieczorek