THESE NAYSAYERS | By Denniece Black |

They loot us,

Then hoot at us;

At times they cast lots on us,

Counting not the cost on us;

Yet we love them so!

They sleep on their jobs,

Give “their” people our jobs;

Turn “us” against ourselves,

As they dine with themselves;

Yet we praise them so!

They drive in tinted cars,

Wear tinted glasses,

Splash us mud as they speed by,

As we hopelessly stand by,

Yet we elevate them so!

They reside in high places,

Looking at us in our low places,

Gaining oft the victorious glances,

As we but receive non-sympathetic glances,

Yet we elect them always!

They tear each other in public,

Claiming their cause if for the public,

Making us talk, sleep, eat but them,

Forgetting that life is not all about them,

Yet we trust them so!

So as they privately toast and dine,

Then wash it down with fine wine,

We can keep whining,

And see who keeps winning,

If not these naysayers – our beloved politicians!