When I grew up ---
So many promises !...
I think I must have made them by the score.
An open door...
I asked a sick and hungry man to wait,
I said I'd come,
and die ---
A day to late !
have no food and money ---
A thousand roads behind me lie...
Today---
I could have built that house
And bought that bread...
Have no money...
We live in the promised land,
Or ! The politicians
How over due themselves, for being elected.
They are so important and know the best for
You and Me ?
Are here no more who once my help did need,
It so many poor people in this place.
Make haste ! Do not postpone a kindly deed !
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