Don't Complain Poem by Randy McClave

Don't Complain

Don't complain
When it floods because of too much rain,
And when the whether shifts and it gets to hot
It's not what you expected and sought.
Don't complain
Because, you feel a financial drain,
When gas prices rises
You will then find no shock or surprises.
Don't complain
When you see no forward movement or gain,
When you can't feed yourself or your family
Just like the rest of the working class in the country.
Don't complain
When the wealthy drink champagne,
When tax breaks are given to the millionaires and billionaires
And you receive help, no worries or cares.
Don't complain
When you feel the consequences and the pain,
When the police has the immunity to do what ever they want to you
And they won't be held accountable for what they do.
Don't complain
When your child can't use their brain,
When there's no school to send them to attend
Because, you can't afford a private school in the end.
Don't complain
When all immigrants they begin to round up and detain,
Then to their country the taxpayers send them back
Now whose going to pick the fruits and vegetables and place it in a sack.
Don't complain
When you're sick and there's a great strain,
And you can't find or afford proper healthcare
So, instead you're told to say a prayer.
Don't complain
When you and your family are going insane,
When your daughter is forced to keep a child
From incest or rape and being abused and defiled.
Don't complain
When a doctor or medical help you can't obtain,
When you daughter experiences complications while pregnant
And no one feels it's Christian or urgent.
Don't complain
When overtime pay isn't taxed as spoke in a campaign,
Instead you're given days off instead
Not what you believed was promised and said.
Don't complain
When a wannabe dictator does reign,
And none of the promises he made he kept
So, he lied once more and you've wept.
Don't complain
When your actions and beliefs you try to explain,
Congratulations to you, the stupid and the uneducated
Our country and way of life you have devastated.

Randy L. McClave

Thursday, November 7, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: rape
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Randy McClave

Randy McClave

Ashland, Kentucky
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