Lost Dreams Of The American Poor

New days, old way.
We're finding life to be enough about the crazy stared and driven ways.
Faith and politics is driving the argument.
Who are they to take the front, guiding the guillotine on the throats of the poor.
Hated, rated and influenced by the rich.
The poor gather in their holes, hiding, squirming and hoping.
Hoping to get another chance at another life.
Hiding to keep the lives they've lost out of the spotlight.
Squirming to stay afloat, while watching the boat sink.
Watching their lives stink, jaded, glazed over for that promotion.
Annoying the hell out of the right, the listening of the fallacies, the false hopes, the new dopes,
the craziness of the fallen trope, the new found hope of the lost and dying poor.
Lying to them, telling them they'll be fine.
Vote for the crazy man who's going to take away your gun, when you should be worrying about the crazy man that's going to take away your healthcare, your money and the livelihood you have left.
The hope that you're not falling off a cliff, the scattered, tattered and lost dreams of the poor in America.