In These Times Poem by John Ackerman

Can't we read between the lines
another pardon but people starving
North Korea's little man
we are going to build a wall from a know it all
in these times I stake my claim
not for power nor for fame
it's a shame we came this far to discover
from a president with a comb over
where is the love & stop all the hate
call it fate a new position for your intuition
these are your marching orders to proceed with love
coming down out of a hand with love
many suffer in silence invading all the violence
in these times we must stand in line
not to pretend that everythings fine
we have become socially wandering wizards
trying to drain the swamp & then what
the whole political scheme make me want to throw up
got babies having babies with abortion on demand
when will we ever live to understand
don't turn your backs when saluting are country's flag
there are lines being drawn out in the sand
hopefully someday all will understand
In these times we have created a rhyme
got you broke down to your last thin dime
yet keep your chin up you can surely shine
all things beautiful in its time