I don't know why?
But I have a hunch,
That we're being governed,
By a very bad bunch,
Castles not only made of sand,
But plenty of lies to go around,
With the law, unfortunately,
On their side,
We're always taken for a ride,
Suppose there isn't much to do,
Since tribes were tribes,
The Play has always been the same,
We only change the Author's name.
Epilogue
Latin America, here we come,
We also play CORRUPTION's DRUM!
The average American would be absolutely floored if he found out just how pervasive, and deep corruption runs through all of politics. The sad thing is, it isn't hidden that well
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Naughty you say, you are too, too kind. Read mine - Impressions - A different take on yours. Adeline