Help Poem by Lawerence Mize, Sr.

Help



I looked at the house
just down the street
Lawn overgrown
shutters looked beat

The house is a symbol
of these sorry times
Families no longer count
just the bottom line

Politicians keep running
the rhetoric spews loud
They haven't a clue
heads stuck in the clouds

We do so much for the world
that shows us its back
Treats us like dirt
while we give them what they lack

Chaos is coming
it will have its day
We'll be left with one little word
Help!

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Lawerence Mize, Sr.

Lawerence Mize, Sr.

Baltimore, Maryland
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