Drowning Nation

In the wake of the moment, they toiled and wept The sun to tone, their heels were bruised They tried to gaze, the black night lurked They drowned in blood, as the water swept Their hunger ran wild, the raid went rogue They traded in vain, for loss each day They stretched too thin, to snap back up They saw the lies, the doubts were there The state so full, they emptied it all They saw the loom, the dark rain fell They cursed and yelled, as promise was swayed They edged off pain, with faith and strength They hoped and worked, their fight for power The thorn of justice, not to lose again Depression weighed in, springing in doom The wind spewed fierce, upon the raging cloud The bell of fate, dwelling afar off The danger of kill, in the way of travel The fear of men, to gain without work The self in greed, was all within The wonder of years, spent on the clock The bitter rage block, of flight to safe Upon tough call, to dwell and rise As though there was, a bright white star Which waited upon, their every step The shriveled heart bled, only to wash away On that day, which never failed to cease The one fine hero, to guide back the light