BLEEDING HEARTS

There’s nothing more dangerous in this day and age
Than the liberal poison in thought.
It spreads an infectious disease through our culture
Which too many people have caught.
Its symptoms include shedding blood from the heart
In profusion for those who have failed
To make sound decisions, to work hard and save,
And to emulate those who prevailed.

In spite of the obstacles found in their way,
The successful are never inclined
To think of themselves as the victims of fate,
Or to claim that the system’s designed
To thwart their best efforts at getting ahead
Because of their race or their gender.
They sacrifice gratifications today
For rewards that tomorrow will render.

The whiners among us, I’m sorry to say
Will take a far different approach.
They’ll blame everybody, excluding themselves,
For their problems, and feel no reproach
For their failure to act in responsible ways —
To do what they know to be right.
When liberals observe their misfortune they bleed
From the heart at the horrible sight.

Then they criticize those who produce and achieve,
And they say their success is from luck.
But this will not help the dependent escape 
From the cycle where they have been stuck
For years chasing promises liberals have made
For the purpose of buying their vote,
So they can continue to legislate laws
They describe as a great antidote.

A medicine perfect for soothing the ills
Of a populace totally lost
In the slough of dependence on government bills,
Who never consider the cost
Of avoiding the need to rely on themselves,
To depend on their God-given good.
To trust their abilities, look to their strengths,
And compete for their own livelihood.

But this is not popular grist for the mill
Of the liberal’s need to assist.
To soothe their own feelings of guilt for the poor
Is a lure they can rarely resist.
Regardless of whether it keeps them deprived
And dependant on others for food,
It’s a small price to pay for that arrogant,
Proud, egotistical, vain attitude.

Now here is a perfect example of when
A disease is preferred to its cure.
For the remedy liberals prescribe is designed
To insure that the poor remain poor.
If no one is poor, when the ballots are cast,
The liberals will lose at the polls.
For who but the poor and the ignorant votes
For a leader with these kinds of goals?

They promise them everything year after year,
And all they deliver is graft.
Yet liberals continue to garner their votes
By deceptive persuasion and craft.
But when the dependent revolt and become
Self-reliant the poison’s obscured
In their thinking.  And so, as they fend for themselves,
Their liberal diseases are cured.



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