People focus on politics
while the Federal Reserve’s stealthy hand
Raises prices, stirs inflation, spreads struggle across the land.
Those at the bottom feel the pinch, pushed to the brink of despair,
Families homeless, living in cars, in a world that seems unfair.
In mobile homes they try to survive, while voters fret and fume,
Debating which lesser evil to choose in election’s crowded room.
Consumed by lies and deceptions spun by candidates so slick,
Politics becomes a farce, a high as potent as a cocaine hit.
Politicians crave your vote, a rush to reach the top,
While the Federal Reserve plays along, making prices pop.
They cater to political whims, but it’s lobbyists who call the shots,
Adding more cash to their pockets, while the common men forgot.
Primary sponsors, those with gold, whisper in their ears,
Shaping policies and futures, feeding on our fears.
The fools are left to ponder which idiot to elect,
Unaware of the puppet strings the wealthy class direct.
I’d rather wield a machete, carve out a home on my own,
Then trust in the corrupt system, where integrities overthrown.
For in a world where money talks and power always win,
Dependence on the corrupt breeds only further sins.
I’ll build my shelter, find my way, away from their deceit,
Living by my own code, where honesty is sweet.
The game of politics, so rigged and foul, I’ll leave it all behind,
For in self-reliance, freedom’s path is the truest one to find. RC