Washington Be Ashamed Poem by George otto Becker

With our rifles our eyes did tear.
Within the graveyard our lives disappear.
The country's wallet was near.

A new president always appears.
And new contracts are made.
As your families all live in fear.

In the mountains so far away the nations kids are displayed.
All dead Today.
But who really cares as long as my election is not delayed

If you pay more for gas.
And your house in my grasp.
Its not me who is last.

If I take all you have.
And sell the country so vast
You will never stand fast.
As long as your broke you will do as we say.
And in my bank your monies shall lay.