WHERE ARE YOU

We are looking for the statesmen
Can you possibly hear the call?
Step up and do what we asked you to do
Before we hit the wall
 
Those who once were statesmen
Are now the ruling class
Somehow they got turned around
And now know better than us
 
They feel they belong and have the right
To their lofty place on the hill
And forget after awhile and all too soon
That it is we who are paying the bill
 
They say one thing and do another
The lobbyist buys them a meal
And pays for a trip to Paradise
Then they make the deal
 
We shake our heads and cry out a bit
Not what we wanted and we tell them that
They smile and say it’s all right
Things will work out because they’re the fat cats
 
After a while we see, we know
The handwriting is on the wall
If someone doesn’t do something soon
This country is going to fall
 
Then more promises followed by broken word
We’re on the highway to hell
We better start doing and doing it fast
They’re ringing the last warning bell
 
Stanski
March 30, 2020 ^