The Change
When I was small I had a plan.
I would escape to Fairyland.
Get myself a bucket of fairy dust.
Then bring it back without a fuss.
Sprinkle a little here. Sprinkle a little there.
Make my wish without a care.
The fairy dust would do the trick.
Make a lollypop out of a stick.
Change whatever I wanted to.
Make a better place for me and you.
Now that I’m older I need that dust.
Things need changed. That’s a MUST!!
But, ‘change’ is now a dirty word.
Yup, it’s true. Or haven’t you heard.
A certain President is pushing for ‘change’.
To want his ‘change’ is really lame.
I’ll keep my guns, job, and money.
You can have his ‘change’ now, honey.
Only the blind and dumb couldn’t see the mess.
This wonderful ‘change’ has caused, I’d guess.
So pull your head out of the sand.
It’s time for us to make a stand.
Enough is enough is often said.
In this case there’s been too much said.
I’m not talking from the lunatic fringe.
I’m not saying ’this all depends’.
I’m saying it just may be too late.
This country will no longer be great.
Fairy dust might not even help.
They are hitting below the belt.
We need prayers, prayers, and more.
Taking the country back is a big chore.
Tighten your belt and make a stand.
With the help of God, maybe we can.
The final choice is up to you.
You’ll die if you don’t. might live if you do.
——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)