A well thought sentence,

Expresses care and high praise,

And utters poison.

For no politic cares only for the people,

But uses them to heighten his temple,

Where they watch over us all,

From the throne they will not fall.

Rather they laugh at us workers,

Scrambling to support our family,

And the mental draw snickers,

This sick poison needs remedy.

What country is worth saving,

With the upper class leading,

Dragging us with chains of despair,

Ignoring holes that need repair.

But instead of fixing what is broken,

They find ways to line their pockets,

And their anger which dare not be woken,

For it will bring wage cutting rockets.

When the people fall,

Their throne will then crumble,

And we'll not be saved.

-TardisRobber