Uncaring Politicians

Our forefathers once clasped their hands in a prayer When they prayed to God for sickness, he was there, But, now our politicians, who none act like Christians Want us to pray to them for our health and care. God is in heaven and he is watching us one and all He doesn't want us to be needy or to suffer or to fall, We are given a sister and or a brother, to help one and another Then one day for our judgement we all will hear the call. Many wants the poor and the needy to starve and cry They want them to get sick and then to die, Then for those acts, they will be judged by those facts When in the grave their soulless bodies one day will lie. Politicians believe that they must wear the finest fashions Then they all want to live in the largest mansions, Their shoes I have never wore, my hardships they never bore And my prosperity I live it in only small rations, One day each one of us will be up high in the air Then at the poor and the needy we will be forced to stare, Peace I have sought, to help the poor and needy I have fought Our sins unto man and unto God will all lay bare. All my sins can be carried in a very small pail I quench my thirst in moralities never ending well, What politicians get for free, for the same they want us to plea Uncaring politicians will surely rot and suffer forever in hell. Randy L. McClave