A great land filled with crooks and tyrants where shall we go. My great country once but now taken for everyone not their foes. Born here and all that I know, Grabbing my kids and on we go. Looking high and looking low for a place not so greedy and trying to not let the sadness show. We all line up to vote to elect someone else better, but not realizing the one we gave vote was swinging a fake banner. They promise a future for then and for now we wake up to realize that is was for their fat cow. We beg for our share for them to care but they hear us not I’m just glad we have our cot.
Written by, Rob Casteel