We union and confederate citizens wait
As if time has no meaning for something to change
For the better. We’re headed back toward the past.
We become more divided with each grim newscast.
As the tree trunk reveals its age, it’s not so strange
That our age rings are stained with indelible hate.

It’s been this way from jump. The hatred is intense
Enough for revolution against monarchy.
Slavery was an issue most bitterly so.
Back to those times confederates would have us go.
Something is very wrong in this land of the free.
We’re now grossly aware of two sides of the fence.

The past several years have been a reflection
Of moral degradation and hypocrisy.
It was there to begin with. The art of pretense
Is one played by some citizens at the expense
Of certain types of people who just want to be
Treated equally as it is for everyone.

We’re approaching Full Circle as now women’s rights
Have been flushed down the toilet. The next thing to leak
From the vile crucible of our justice supreme
Will speak of more restrictions and to the extreme.
Would it be right to say that our future is bleak?
It is never something that would keep me up nights.