Russell G. Robison

INFLATION

Five dollars for a candy bar
And Forty for some bread
There is a storm that’s coming
And it’s not far up ahead

Our leaders know its coming
But refuse to tell it true
This nightmare is not far away
And comes for me and you

They’ll hide out in their compounds
While the people grow afraid
Safe behind their walls from
All this mess that both sides made

So hang on tight my friends
This train’s about to come your way
While they sit safe and sound
While you and I have hell to pay