The Crude Politics Of Petropublicans And Democradicals And Indepundits By Del Abe Jones

Where do we get these people Who fight new energy Then, raise the price of oil For their greedy industry? Where do we get these people Who build the cars we drive Who fight new mileage standards And things that might keep us alive? Where do we get these people Who, once customers came first Who only want to rip you off Buyer beware, their curse?

Where do we get these people Who think fair trade a must With poisons in those products They ask us all to trust? Where do we get these people Who swore a vow to heal Who now think that their license Gives them the right to steal? Where do we get these people Who search for new remedies But they too, have greed Like it's some plague/disease?

Where do we get these people Who can afford to get ill Who don't care about the rest Who can't pay for that bitter pill? Where do we get these people Who are rich, beyond compare Who will never have enough And who never seem to share? Where do we get these people Who thought sports, a fair game While now, most all are cheaters And seem to have no shame?

Where do we get these people Who get paid not to farm Making the rich, richer Causing the real farmers harm? Where do we get these people Who are the self-appointed, experts Who pass out their advice That more often than not, hurts? Where do we get these people Who use religion's way To molest innocent children And caught, never seem to pay?

Where do we get these people Who say their god is the best Who say if we don't believe We won't pass that final test? Where do we get these people Who don't like the Christmas name To be politically correct In such a dumb, asinine game? Where do we get these people Who make smoking pot a crime Instead of going after dealers Who sell the real drugs of our time?

Where do we get these people Who swore to protect and serve Who'd now, as soon shoot you Than read rights, we all deserve? Where do we get these people Who used to really care Who used to be honest And tried to do what's fair? Where do we get these people Who are the bosses of today Who want you to work twice as hard For only one half of the pay?

Where do we get these people Who work alongside of you Who talk of you behind your back And will stab you, there, too? Where do we get these people Who come here illegally Who have more free benefits Paid for by you and me? Where do we get these people Who don't work a single day And no longer have to stand in line To collect their welfare pay?

Where do we get these people In our Homeland Security And those ones in FEMA Who watch out (?) for you and me? Where do we get these people Who made all those stupid loans So that millions of families Might end up losing their homes? Where do we get these people Who swear to protect our Constitution Who try to usurp those Rights With traitorous resolution?

Where do we get these people Who once represented us Who now, sell us out Once they have won our trust? Where do we get these people Who run the Fed Reserve Who control our money More trust than they deserve? Where do we get these people Who tax all that we earn When there is no law To say we must file a return?

Where do we get these people Who Judge in our Courts Who replaced the Rule of Law With their own lawless retorts? Where do we get these people Who want to rule us all Who want to take our freedoms And see our Country fall? Where do we get these people Who think that torture is fair Who say,"We don't do it here! We send them over there!"?

Where do we get these people Who send others off to war Who keep their own safe at home Who think the fight is for the poor? Where do we get these people Who are the war profiteers Who make their blood money From other peoples fears? And where do we get these people Who would let this World end Rather than cut into their profits That seems to be the trend?

Copyright ©  Del Abe Jones 2008

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