The country is a Moon Child. Emotions run deep.
And when brought to the surface, our temper can flare.
We’re suspicious and moody… often insecure
Yet, tenacious and loyal with heart that is pure.
We can be sympathetic. We are known to care.
We place value on family. We often weep.
Many fit this description, and we are all prone
To be somewhat too generous. Our will to trust
In a functioning government makes us all fools.
We tend not to make trouble and play by the rules.
We’ve obeyed them forever. The next horror must
Generate some reaction. Too much we condone.
Is it that we are powerless due to disease
Of a cancerous nature? The malignant growth
Is to vastly unknowable. All sources lie.
Is it wise to take cover or give love a try?
We have done each and neither, so if we tried both
Would we take too much comfort in our expertise?
Can we stop the next butcher? They grow like the weeds
And are just as aggressive. They get their support
From we who can do nothing but take to the streets
As perhaps we are meant to. Inaction defeats
No condition of any kind. We are, in short,
At the mercy of ourselves entrapped in our deeds.