A poem by Vance Ricks
These are troubling times, filled with hat and crime,
in their ivory towers, our leaders in power,
do avoid prosecution and jail.
They continue to win, prospering from sin,
as they are thee elected in faith;
they speak of peace and societies needs,
yet their hearts are filled with hate.
So how I ask, as time does pass,
how do we let them rule?
with an iron fist and the devils kiss,
which preys upon the minds of fools.
For in this age, of political rage,
where the hearts of men are soiled;
it’s our nation’s clout, that is now in doubt,
as our image is tattered and spoiled.