via Daily Prompt: Silent


Keep silent, they say
Don’t utter a word
We can’t let them know
They soon will be hurt.

Their taxes will double
Their benefits gone
Our bank accounts increase
Who cares, if it’s wrong?

Their children will suffer
The old and the weak
We don’t have to worry
Our treasures we keep.

Our children make out
With low estate tax
No worry for us
Chill out and relax.

We’ll silent the masses
No room to complain
Their wishes don’t matter
For, they are to blame.

They chose to elect
A selfish buffoon
Now, they will suffer
The end will be soon.

But, we will be quiet
We’ll sneak the bill thru
They won’t be the wiser
And, neither will you.


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Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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