Political Ball

by

Roy Wayne Crouch

We vote and send to congress
Our nation’s biggest hall
They learn to do the two step
And forget to whom this call

So many fancy dinners
As we give to them a chance
They smile as they turn away
For us there is no dance

They promise us a better life
But take so many things
Rich stay rich and poor stay poor
And the middle feels the sting

Each bill we pay more taxes
They sing the same ole song
Federal cuts our taxes
States keeps taxing on

Our voice we sent now silent
The music drowns the call
They’ve learned to do the two-step
At our nations Political Ball

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