Fed Up Poem by Ray Hansell

Fed Up



I’m trying to find a reason
To keep on believing

I want to find a way
To believe in today

But my mind is filled with doubt
Sometimes I want to scream and shout

People always say it’s me
That with eyes closed one cannot see

My heart has grown cold
As the years make me old

I truly do want to change
I know my life I must rearrange

But it seems lies and suspicion
Are all I hear when I listen

They say the world’s a dangerous place
You can see it on the peoples face

We don’t know who or what to believe
But I know more lies they will conceive

We all must deal with our woes
But we don’t know all of our foes

I wish there was a way
To learn who we can trust today

Then maybe, just maybe
A better day we’d all see

I know that I am not alone
As more doubt has grown

But I think I may have a plan
That everyone can understand

The politicians must first speak the truth
Forget about the polling booth

Don’t worry about those things called votes
In the truth people will find hope

So speak your minds and say the truth
Empty words may mean empty (voting) booths


© 9-19-10/RJH

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