The Warning Poem by cheryl davis miller

The Warning

Rating: 3.8


You shoot em when you see
the white of their eyes.
Check sex and their color
under morning skies.
Been pushed about as far
as I'm willin' to go.
Someone ought to tell em;
maybe let em know.

They think we sit here in the
country unaware
of the crazy ideas
goin round out there.
Country; don't mean stupid
get that in your head.
Because them that won't hear
just might end up dead.

I hear it in the voices
of people all around.
Tired of the moaning
and the rumbling sound.
Of those you can not fill up;
who are not satisfied.
Till they get all they can get
from the well supplied.

Want to take from those who have
to give to those who have not.
There's something Mr. Obama;
that you have forgot.
For one to give or not to give;
it's a matter of choice.
Not a forced situation;
driven by the left-wing voice.

The leadership that's coming
out of Washington D C.
Sounds more like the dogma
of the socialist party.
I'm just repeating what I hear
coming from these parts.
We won't take it lying down;
heads-up before it starts.

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I hear some crazy stuff out there.
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