All I see is a war with the poor
In the face where they close the door
Slamming and damaging so many hearts right at their core
It's like their not human no more
They see them like walking dead
Like they're a disease, they just want shelter plus get fed.
Where I am from with cold winters ahead
Tent cities increasing with tread
Overcrowded shelters no beds
No place for laying their heads
Where disease is easy to spread
When they need physical and mental health, treatment and meds.
Veterans with PTSD
Where's the government when their in need
Save the children? When will they eat?
To me its all just just speak
cause it seems like it's on repeat.
I’m saying Talk is cheap.
A lifetime is expensive
A waste of words is dismissive
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Anthony Anthem
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