Regina Puckett
Carefree clouds and clear blue skies
Cover a world filled with pain and wicked lies
The rich get richer while the poor wastes away
Piles of trash cover us with its choking decay
Everyone we pass on the street is a stranger
There are always politicians with their coy danger
They pretend everything is the other guy’s fault
With hands under the table waiting to be bought
I wouldn’t wait for someone else to fix your plight
Grab a broom, say a prayer and get ready to fight