They wring their hands in anguish
Over trouble balancing the budget
Helping the poor and sick at home
While they create more of the same
Pouring millions into war overseas

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on October 4, 2013, in Poetry, Writing and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. Nice to know some things never change. 😦


  2. War is the way to reduce the population.


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