The Disgruntled Majority

The “in crowd” cannot comprehend

The cause of our contempt;

We still have standards we must meet;

They act like they’re exempt.

Is it so strange we should condemn,

In those some voted for,

Behavior that’s a felony

For the man next door?

We crave exalted leadership,

The kind that we could love,

But it’s suspicion, not the law,

That they should be above.

David Martin

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