Fed Up Poem by Tom Fox

I'm sick, of the prices of gas
I'm sick, of the judicial process
I'm sick, of the evil politicians, people with opinions,
Racist dominions

I hate, this American guilt
I hate, how this country was built
I hate, the condition that we bare, the state of affairs
No one seems to care

I'm trapped, in a prejudice world
I'm trapped, in a train derailed
I'm trapped, in a money-hungry land, over-medicated plans
Nobody understands

I feel, like I've got no voice
I feel, like I've got no choice
I feel, like the FDA and FCC's
Ultimate goal is control over me

I watch, every last distraction
I watch, God's lack of reaction
I watch, pro-lifers go to war, ignoring the poor
Closing the door