Children sob and fathers fall to their knees
Begging for assistance for their mothers and wives
Unwilling to declare them deceased
Funnels and tubes sucking up truth
Scrapers peel away hope from our bones
Pockets lined and enlarge
It is all thanks to the men in charge
Who fabricate tales and spend to succeed
They propose laws that starve farmers,
But feed the superior greed
The vicious will continue to maim
As long as they have an audience
They apologize on no ones behalf
Yet proclaimed action sits in tarriance