In Touch

Some say government’s out of touch;
I wish that it were so,
But government touches everyone,
And that is all our woe.

It touches with a greedy hand
That takes our health and wealth;
The claws of it with laws expand
To clutch and draw with stealth.

It touches with a gun-held fist
That puts good business out,
To save some weed or worthless fish
And build up debt and doubt.

Its fingers squeeze the veins of light
Till hope grows dim, then dark,
And future height is lost to sight
As “touches” make their mark.

The government _is_ in touch,
Its touch does grow and grow,
And if we do not stop it
Death’s pressure point we’ll know.

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