Everybody knowsA Poem by Coyote Poetry
I awoke pissed off today. Then my Poet of music Leonard Cohen set me off to describe my emotion.
(I borrow a few lines from Leonard Cohen.
Sometime we need to learn emotion and feelings
from people who lived a long life.)
Did you see the gas prices?
Poor people making minimum wage won't be giving lunch money
to their kids.
Will be eating ramen noodles for lunch at work.
Must decide to fill gas tank or pay bills.
"Poor cities in the USA are getting the left over."
Do you give a s**t?
The bloody rich are getting richer and the poor are getting poorer.
Gas companies made biggest profit the past year ever by sucking the last dollar and hope
from the people. The oil company sells us the oil they bought six months or more ago at highest price they can get and no-one cares..
Where are you Mr. President?
"Was the fight already fixed."
We have a rich man president?
House representatives. 435 men and woman.
I saw your budget.
1.1 billion for food and office.
2.3 million per representative to live on.
How many people have nothing in your states?
How many people are homeless?
Are the schools teaching the future of the USA properly?
Do you walk your streets and see the pain?
No equality in the USA yet.
Babies being born in the poor cities.
With one foot in the grave at the beginning.
Wars are being fought.
No-one knows why we are fighting anymore?
Contractors got 465 billion dollars and cost of war over a trillion.
The rich man knows why.
Poor man born to serve at eighteen.
Hell of a world!
When going to war is better then to swim in the waste and s**t.
I won't waste words on them.
I hear "here or there of them."
A group of useless people serving their needs.
I pray to the sky, the water and the earth.
Sent wisdom to the men in-charge.
Please insure all children have food in their belly.
Please lord of life and earth.
Insure all children have a warm bed to sleep in.
Give opportunity and strength to the people in need.
We need a miracle.
War and hate is controlling my world.
Please sent some Angels of love and peace to assist.
We could use them today.
I awoke with fear.
I fear for tomorrow.
What will our children have left?
What have we done?
I hated my father for doing nothing.
Now am I any better?
I believe I did less.
Will my children despise me for doing nothing.
It is time to yell.
Write to the leaders. All of them.
Demonstrate in the streets.
Gas prices will be $4.00 a gallon.
Poor man will pay for the greed of the rich man controlling the USA.
Does anyone care?
© 2011 Coyote Poetry
Shelved in 10 LibrariesAdded on February 27, 2011
Last Updated on February 27, 2011
AboutA Poet and writer who love to read and write. My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life. Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words. Remember the grea.. more..
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