Paying For Your Dreams Poem by Brian Kilpatrick

During your fragrant rise to power
You promised us sweet treasures
You sold us on freedom
But at what price
Of course it is out of our pockets
We are forever paying for your dreams
With our hope
And you threw it away
You don't seem to care about the waste
There is no difference now
The when we were ruled by those British towers
When we was pinched by them Kings and Queens
Or
Your way too deep in our pockets brother
You said you could produce the pie
That magically divided up
An gave us all a fair share of the pie
When are we going to wake-up
Do we actually pay you guys
Where does it all go
Your way too deep in our pockets brother
You got us coming and going
As you play with the market place
You tie our hands to our toes
And I hate to have to ask
But do you have any Idea
In the whole wide world
Of what you're doing
Because your way too deep in our pockets
You get us coming and going
And you say
It's our turn again
And we say
We are real tired
Of paying with our hope