This Poem was Submitted By: arnie s WACHMAN On Date: 2005-12-10 12:54:23 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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There is no place for me.

I shall not walk over your bones Nor shall I disturb your spirit houses I shall not consume you to the fire, for it is forbidden I have raised my voice girded the thoughts of humanity, and their empty ways empty words which mean nothing Politicians like little gods promise me everything, (a chicken in every pot), yet deliver nothing into the wasteland of wooing voters There is no truths. There is no caring Just greed (I’m better than you are) You see I have this fancy car and wear fancy clothes and eat fancy food but… It’s all a farce. Just read the news. Just listen to the radio and turn on the TV Nothing good. Nothing good Just more inequities down the road. The more things change, the more they remain the same is an old adage Think you fucking morons. Think! Or do you have any good brain cells left? I shall not walk over your bones Nor shall I disturb your spirit houses I shall not consume you to the fire, for it is forbidden

Copyright © December 2005 arnie s WACHMAN

Additional Notes:
This was prompted by the fact that Canadians are having another general election in January. The second time in 2.5 years. The House fell (Parliament) because of a minority government.


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