THE CALL

All have come
To hear concerns
About how our world
Has changed since wars
Were waged against us
The poor peoples in town
Though none so flawed
Like the head of this city
Who sits in his ivory tower
Paid for by the sweat of brows
Dripping with fear of his taxmen
We unite in voting him out of office
Next in line will learn how
To care for us poor, tired folks
With nowhere else to go
Until the cuts turn to bacon
We'll keep fighting for the share
That's ours.