Is it any wonder that my heart is breaking
when my health is ripe for society’s taking?
When everything goes from okay to sad
and every attempt to get better goes bad?
I’m tired of pain and half-living life.
I’m tired of feeling frustration and strife.
Food makes you sick, but insurance is free!
Don’t like it? You’re crazy! Go on, let it be.
We poison the air and poison our skin.
We poison the water we drink and swim in.
Fertility’s down, but profit’s sky-high!
It won’t even matter how many more die.
Stop asking questions, just shut up and vote.
When did the minimum become all-she-wrote?
Did “We The People” give up and sit down,
And divide our rights based on who lives downtown?
The tired poor masses have never been funny.
That is, unless, you ooze corporate money.
Who’s left to protect us from the high one percent
Who buys and sells candidates with hearty consent?
Our champions sold to the pharmacy bidder.
The same champions make laws for us to consider.
Is it any wonder that my heart is breaking
when the trust that I have for my country is shaking?
Yes, I still live in the land of the free,
but only for some, and that “some” is not me.
