Wyatt’s Kin

Wyatt’s Kin

They don’t get it sipping their lattes, sitting in loafers

Deaf to the rumbling and anger, struggling and danger

Ideology and principle be damned, power is their land

So what if blue or red, preferable is the bland

So long has that trend been their friend

Higher they’ve gone while The People have spiraled without end

Human nature is that funny nomenclature

Different descriptions demanding solid solutions

But deception is an illusion that soothed politico delusion

Contempt for the calloused hands and those without collusion

Trusting and working, wondering why ends constantly fall shy

The People’s vision no longer a dream but a promise that’s a lie

Wanted! The poster went up some years back for a street fighter

Greed all around with their political snouts and grabbing hands tighter

In rode the Black Hat, for in reality you need someone who smacks back

Cheering millions as the shivering sniveling political minions come under attack