Hordes of Suicide bombers on parade,
Fists raised defiantly, cries of hate and death;
Their appointment with violent end made,
Anything to make USA feel terrors breath.
Budget deficits Federal and State,
Force local cutbacks across the board;
Taxpayers forced to dig deep and donate,
Replenish the city's depleted cash hoard.
Working two jobs to make ends meet,
Helplessly watching prices rise;
Tempted to give up in defeat,
Discouraged by politicians' lies.
Taking in another roommate,
Helping shore up the bottom line --
Logistics of living a continuous debate,
Hoping that things will work out fine.
Electorate dare not allow thieves escape,
After commiting horrendous economic crimes!
(c) 2003 MSW
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Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)
Reviewed on November 4, 2003
You dear poet have seen and spoken through the eyes, heart and mind of wisdom and truth...Excellant!!!!
~Nikki~
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