Caustic politics

In the roll of a caustic cousin, politics bleeds our soul..
Diminishing a families roll in caring for each other…
Without stealth, stealing hard fought wealth, giving to another…
Never been rich, bug have dug many a ditch…
Yet still the claim from my wallet, what I’ve earned for others to burn it…
Stop a change, give reason a chance, before, with violence we dance..
Revolutions don’t just happen, each grows from evolution…
See how we pour, tea for a nation…
Imagine what happens when you steal our last rations…
Steeling our resolve, we de-elect fools, our problem solved…
Limit the time, big seats their butts find..
Take from them improperly earned rights, see how they fight..
People I call, take your country back now, before you ask how…
How did we become, what we fought with a gun, a welfare state,
With its own elected state…
WAM

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