Should I pity the old year?
Or should I scorn him for shame, for pain?
I endured scorching droughts;
Then came the flooding rain,
Ice storms broke my trees,
Young and old alike were snapped;
The power lines went down,
We were isolated, cold and trapped.
The young soldiers continued to die,
Names and faces from ancient Iraq;
The flag has come to mean death,
Soon, this year, they’ll all be back.
And the economy was stretched,
How, a NASDAQ, and S & P;
To we who work and are common,
It means nothing you see, just more poverty.
So Democrat, can you fix it?
Republican, do you have answers in hand?
Your politics grow weary to us,
Surely someone has a genuine plan.
The prisons are full, the people are empty,
The streets are violence filled;
The news is dripping with blood,
Another molested, someone else was killed.
Yet, the hope of a better life endures,
There may yet for cancer be a cure;
A return to truth and to God could be near?
Or just maybe He will come in this infant New Year.
Larry Sparks
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