This is a poem of our simple lives.
Nothing to fear but the bee's outside our window.
The things we sacrifice to bring us hope.
Blinded by the economical greed.
The ones who plant the evil seed.
Made in the U.S.A. is a dead term.
Made in china is the new way now.
Sweatshops with children give us our goods.
They lose an arm just to get us our child's toy.
Ohh how i wish we knew.
How good we have it and how good we should.
We walk about with our wars in the street.
Forgetting about the wars in the middle east.
