We live in a world where opinions are wealth.
Money is power, and power is stealth.
Power wipes out the people with concerns.
The wealthy obviously wear the devil’s horns.
We live in a state where the Constitution burns.
Now, I don’t know what bothers me most,
A place that becomes discrimination’s post,
Or a place that treats education like a ghost.
I want a government that does the most,
But instead it just sits there and boasts.
Stop being a control freak, Pence, and just coast.
Indiana was fine before you came along.
Just man up and say you are wrong.
Indiana could still be strong,
If you just stop wearing your thong.
But I forgot, opinions are wealth.
And our Politics are just filth.

This poem is about: 
My community


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