Command

Children sob and fathers fall to their knees

Begging for assistance for their mothers and wives

Unwilling to declare them deceased

Funnels and tubes sucking up truth

Scrapers peel away hope from our bones

Pockets lined and enlarge

It is all thanks to the men in charge

Who fabricate tales and spend to succeed

They propose laws that starve farmers,

But feed the superior greed

The vicious will continue to maim

As long as they have an audience

They apologize on no ones behalf

Yet proclaimed action sits in tarriance