My cost

Oh revered statesman, what is the cost, sir For all of your bombs, for all of your wars Can we set aside money to afford To provide a loving home to foster To shield the innocent from their monster What names can we find in your rolodex Is it only those that write you big checks Oh revered statesman, what is your cost, sir We need more than just a roof over our head More than just a blanket pillow and bed Where is the compassion, where is the love One size does not fit all, we are no glove Our minds, our hearts, our souls need to be fed No more drugs or experimental meds It is not our choice to be here fostered Oh revered statesman, what is my cost, sir