The world is changing and so are we
We are reaching the stage of poverty
Times are harder and prices are climbing
But our wallets are really declining.
How do you tell a politician who has
Money in the bank that we’re on the
Road to bankruptcy, when beyond
Their nose they can not see.
How do you get out of the coffin
That they have made, when your
put inside a grave.
How do you open up that coffin door
When fresh air you can’t breathe any more.
When that latch is closed so tight
And you try to open it with all your might.
This my friend is an ugly sight.
People all over the world are asking for change
And the politicians are the ones to blame.
They think of them selves and the almighty dollar
While the public screams and hollers.
Some times I wonder if going back
To the times of bartering
Is the key- to get out of poverty.
I have what you want and you
Have what I need, and no
Middle man in between.
You make clothing and I make shoes
Let’s just exchange and no one will lose.
There has to be an end in sight
We are tired of this constant fight.
We must open up their eyes
For to our needs they are blind.
Let them live in the slums of any
State that they choose, then they
Will see how much they lose.
Give them that challenge and you will see
They can not live in poverty.
Not one of them will reverse that role
Because it’s too hard and much to cold.