Dear Mr. Politiacian, Poem by austin marshall

Dear Mr. Politicain,



Wish your closed eyes could see,



the many people starving on the streets.



Hope your paycheck and endorsments,



could be used to stop disease.



I'm sorry that you can believe



everything is fine while it's not.



Your child sits and dies in the hospital,



from cancer which could've been stopped.



If your greedy hands of disgusting filth,



were used to give to the Red Cross.











Dear Mr. Politician,



I know behind your stoney and darkened heart,



Lives a light that still contains.



Your true job to protect and serve,



Also to better our working conditions and our homes.



Yet you let the companies destroy the very fabric of our lives,



while sitting in your office around a tremendous amount of green dough.



House's are being lost to corrupted mortages.



So I can't believe in your truths and promises,



that actually consist of hidden greed and lies.



You have become lost in a dark abyss.



While we lay on our streets,



Our corpses rotting from starvation.



remeber you could've prevented this,



So open your eyes Mr. Politicain,



before we die.