Time to Rebuild
The Time Is Now
The pain, horror and despair
Around my people
From men came not God.
Our elites aplenty tore
Our country.
Hunger rode the winds
Through the country,
Every turn you met
Outstretched hands
Pleading eyes
People being eaten
Alive by disease
Could be knocked
Over with feather.
Money in the hands
Of the unworthy.
Goats living in leisure
While lions struggled and starved.
The shiny cars of newly rich
Kleptomaniacs splashed
Mud on the dilapidated
Cars of talented men.
Gaudy new homes
Of crooks crowded in among sedate
Dwellings of hard working citizens.
It’s time to wake up to reality.
Hell’s afire.
Time to turn the light on those
Who make the name of our
Country to stench
In the nostrils
Of the world.
We’ve to weed the field of our country
Overgrown with dangerous weeds.
The past is past and can’t be undone,
But the future can be altered.
Lets pick up the pieces
Of our shattered and
Scattered lives
And begin
To rebuild.
