I'm sick, of the prices of gas
I'm sick, of the judicial process
I'm sick, of the evil politicians, people with opinions,
Racist dominions
I hate, this American guilt
I hate, how this country was built
I hate, the condition that we bare, the state of affairs
No one seems to care
I'm trapped, in a prejudice world
I'm trapped, in a train derailed
I'm trapped, in a money-hungry land, over-medicated plans
Nobody understands
I feel, like I've got no voice
I feel, like I've got no choice
I feel, like the FDA and FCC's
Ultimate goal is control over me
I watch, every last distraction
I watch, God's lack of reaction
I watch, pro-lifers go to war, ignoring the poor
Closing the door
couldn't have said it better myself...seems like you've got to take 'action' in order to 'take care of things.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I will love you to read Killing hope poems.. they might comfort your pains