Light
Two sides war
A world tore
Hail the rich, tax the poor
Commit bloody crimes of gore
Build onto the lies, the lore
Let the Elephant and Donkey roar
Treat having an opinion like a chore
And dig down to the core
Where all they want is more
Fight, fight, fight
Then we might
Find what’s right
Follow the light
When all is lit though
Then where to go?
Run and mow
Down the others, till they’re low
And you’re on the high road
More than one too many crow -
Not a murder, a massacre of foe
Enemy of my enemy is my friend, although,
Are there any real friends or foe?
Fight, fight, fight
Then we might
Find what’s right
Follow the light
There’s nowhere lit
And not hit
By an adult’s fit
Lacking wit
We’re all forced to quit
Or we’re knit
Into stereotypes that don’t fit
The story’s been writ
By someone illiterate
Fight, fight, fight
Then we might
Find what’s right
Follow the light
But no there’s no light
Cramped tight.
In this crawlspace of fright
There is no more wrong or right
No more black or white
No longer can I keep it out of sight
No longer can I back up the fight
No longer can I stay here out of spite
And no longer can I fit into this space, tight.
Fight, fight, fight
We might
But we won’t find what’s right
Can’t keep following the light
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