Politics, you make me Sick,

They lie thru their pores,They work hard to fool us,Not One honest word,Do they play nor they say.

But nobody did,And as the World turned,We heard it’s axis groan.

We can be what we want to be,But here and now,Dreams are made of sadness,And impossibilities,What should be, cannot be,Like this love,Between you and me.

Make some poemsEntertaining, interestingAnd fine.

Strings of Heart,Just come apart,The Happiness it brings!

The Films, Max Steiner’s music,And Bette Davis, the Queen!No other Country had talent so rare,Born in the Stars,Their Light came from there.