The politicians sit high on their thrown,

while exposing us to so much.

Why should they care?

They are safely out of touch.

While they are all warm and cozy,

wrapped up in their bed.

Our people dodge bullets,

aimed for their head.

And for what,

another chance to take something else.

This is the hand,

the working man is dealt.

For they are the ones,

we are really stealing from.

They pay the price,

for all that’s being done.

The men and women that have to beg,

to survive.

Are the ones being effected,

by the government’s lies.

They say it’s for our own good,

the safety of our nation.

But that’s nothing more,

than a misconception.

They are just words, no actions,

just things that are spoken.

Think of all the lives lost,

the people injured and broken.

The little people that never get heard,

the ones starving and shattered.

Simply because they don’t have enough money,

to matter.

Those are the people,

my heart reaches out for.

Not the millionaires ruling the world,

safe behind a guarded door.

The ones living it, breathing it,

and feeling the world’s effects.

The people that don’t matter, but should,

have my up-most respect.