He did not like our leadership
With his remarks and sayings and quip,
Our Country is falling apart because of him or her
Tension against others he then began to stir.
They hate the poor, and they love the wealthy
They don't care for the sick, and they are all stealthy,
He then continued his complaining and who he verses
Or maybe his thoughts, were all vice versa.
For him or her I would never cast my ballot
If they get your support you should be whipped or hit with a mallet,
The politicians that we have now are the worse that we ever had
His rants and raves and belittling finally got me mad.
I got sick and tired of his complaining and his mouth
He sounded like a bigoted, racist from the old Deep South,
Unto him this I then finally quoted
"You can't complain, you never voted".
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem