Corruption
Around and around in circles we go
Where it stops, nobody knows.
Let the accusations fly
Duck, duck, duck, duck….
Goose.
The goose is the one with the unlucky day
Taking the blame for which everyone else must pay.
Mary had a little lamb
Made into chops for the prisoner on death row
While a homeless veteran eats out of a trash can.
Quite contrary, that Mary
Whose garden grows
Until a company buys out her garden
And instead, a Home Depot grows.
Little girls are made of sugar, spice and everything nice
But what is America made out of?
When once I looked up at the stars,
I now look up into the smog
Of the companies promising to change the environment.
Ashes
Ashes
We all fall…
Down.
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