Gun Control by Michael Rocharde
There’s a mass shooting now every day
“Nothing we can do”, the politicians say.
“Gun control does not work”, they add
“And the protests are just a fad,
That will soon pass.”
To which I reply “Kiss my arse,
You’re just weak and spineless;
Not to mention mindless.
If you cared at all about the dead
You would be seeing red,
But you only care about the green
Which is more than a little obscene.
The NRA pulls your strings
And you take their word for things
That are patently absurd
But you listen to every word
Repeating all of their lies
To the people you despise
Cause once they voted for you
Their usefulness is through.
You resort to platitudes
Said to confuse the multitudes,
But behind the scenes
You know you have the means
To reduce the killing
But that wouldn’t be thrilling
Because it’s publicity you seek
Every time you speak
With photo ops abounding
So you’re in the paper every day.
Claiming that all we need to do is pray.
WTF is wrong with you
Apart from being scum, through and through.
You have absolutely no feeling
For families, and communities, that are grieving
And you’ll bemoan the fact it is so bad
Whilst claiming to be sad
But in truth you don’t care
It’s just another scare.
For every vote you lose
There’s dollars and booze
To more than adequately compensate
You for those that loudly berate
And say you’re a useless piece of shit
Holding office for which you are unfit.
If you were stood in front of a wall,
Perhaps you would be held in thrall
While a madman takes his shot.
Now he might miss or he might not,
But, in any case, I’d wish him luck
Because, as a human being, you suck!”
There’s a mass shooting now every day
“Nothing we can do!”, the politicians say.
© Michael Rocharde, June 6, 2022
Politicians by Michael Rocharde
Politicians; they’re all the same
Lie, steal; they have no shame.
On the campaign trail
They never fail
To say what people want to hear
And make it very clear
That once elected they will
All promises made, fulfill.
But once campaigning is done
And their election won
The promises they made to win
Go straight into the bin.
Then calls are made
To those who paid
For their campaign
Before they can complain
About not getting their quid pro quo.
Making sure they can show
Who it is they really serve
While we, the public, observe
And get what we actually deserve
For believing all the promises made
Knowing that we will be betrayed.
Why is that we believe the lies
From those we know despise
Us, and all those who have no sway
And who the politicians want to go away.
And yet when election time comes again
It will be the same old refrain
Promises made with no intention to keep
And given without any loss of sleep.
Politicians lack conscience
You don’t need prescience
To know this to be true
They despise us, me and you.
We hold no value in their eyes
Which is why they tell us lies.
All we have to do is vote
Without thinking, just by rote
Suspending our disbelief and trust
That they will do what they must
Knowing, in our hearts, that it’s in vain;
Just another runaway train
Of corruption going off the rails
With few, if any, audit trails.
Trust no politicians is the golden rule!
If you ignore it, you are the fool
Or, more likely one of the sheeple
Barely qualifying as people.
Politicians; they’re all the same
Lie, steal; they have no shame.
© Michael Rocharde 2021