Poems about Politics
Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain
Is this who I am? I’m not that certain
I am flawless.
Not because of me,
but because of God's ability,
I give all the thanks to he
It is August of 2012 and I walk through your memories, a museum.
My feet pace the floor where yours once did, a battleground.
I should’ve listened to my girlfriend
Instead of standing in this line
That stretches ‘round an arena
Hey there people of America, how are You doing?
It's 2012 and America is going back strong