This life
This life that we live is a life of destruction
Where government and politics plagues our discussion
No longer is it about the people's needs
Or our constitution as it reads
This life we live is full of twisted truths
Where people find many of lies
Caught up in political booths
Feeding us these political failure fries
Yet we eat those lies
Not realizing our constitution dies
Each day we vote we find the result
Our vote and thoughts set aside at default
Today we stand happy and free
Against this giant political tree
Knowing we tried to stop the bad
Without becoming really sad
This life is but free
But try to remember the challange of the political tree
And fight for truth in all your life
Because that right there is this life
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