Why keep us in suspense,
The powers that be know,
Who will be new to power,
To be if you will, I would not,
At the helm of the greatest country,
In this the free world, that we know…
The sky may be gray,
Over the general populous,
Unable if unemployed,
To find a job, anywhere to stay,
But the powers that are to be,
Still speak in esoteric answers,
That none of those of us,
Who need answers otherwise,
Do understand, do care about,
And still do they drag us all,
Through the bushes two…
When if ever will the “great” ones,
Speak to the lowly on the totem pole,
Of the things we need to hear,
Though in the end, no answers will be near,
And those of us at the bottom of the barrel,
Will live with what we know quite well,
Though can never quite tame for our well being,
And that said, will we ever subdue our fear…
© ed 9/16/08
Fee
Ed the Elder
God bless you. Kathy
Best regards,
Leland
"It's the end of the world as we know it"
Over the general populous
And most of our politicians want to keep it that way - an oily gray - yuck. Don't let 'em fool ya, Bro.