Gold, Oil And Drugs Poem by Dead Beat Poet

Change is the cry they always use,
to get themselves elected.
They make us think that we need them,
because the country's infected.

The people in charge have everyone fooled,
into believing that they are free.
But nothing could be more untrue,
if you look you too will see.

They sell us security and false hope,
but are really just liars and thugs.
All in the name of what they really want,
Gold, Oil and Drugs.