Wolf Packs And Lone Wolves Poem by James McLain

Not with the devil I pray
broken down homes low leaking roofs.
Motherless child,
I can remember my father being taken away.

Drones fly over head,
and your not allowed those big gulps.
I'ts O.K. to kill your unborn.

Be not confused in your name it is claimed,
off the taxes you pay
no true real control do they have.

Some thing is wrong when you'r left unemployed,
when the games that they play with your lives
are snuffed out.

More police are now coming your way
don't try to hide,
your addiction to cell phones show them the way.
Until some one you know they have taken away,
why do you now look suprised.