The Vets the aged the lower echalons & the bleak mid winter

They have gone through war

and mayhem

they had kids when times

were rough

brought them up and through the worst

when everything was tough

their bloke might have gone

off to war

or pissed off anyway

and they were left

to carry the can

and try to make things pay

and now they are 90 years of age

and tossed out on the street

Winter comes

America bombs

somewhere else

and her poor feet

she doesn’t have a heater

she doesn’t have a bed

her clothes are old and ragged

she would be better far

better off dead

Obama’s in the white house

The Bush family are rich

and the new world order

are running fast

they’ve got the new year itch

But the blacks and the first people

the aged and the poor

they are crouching in some alley

none of them are sure

where the next meal’s coming from

with no heating to afford

fracking came and fracking went

we perished by that sword

the fat cats ruined everything

and ran with all the dough

the water ended up like shit

thats if you don’t know

they killed most of the wild life

and built their CAFo’s there

natural Gas was going to be cheaper

but only the despair

is left for ordinary people

the fat cats ran away

the corporate world has fucked it up

and there’s nothing more to say