Past and present,
Meld together.
I am a pheasant,
In stormy weather.
How can I keep going,
When I cannot see?
Where is my life flowing?
What will I be?
What will take me,
To the end of time?
What can break me,
If I refuse to shine?
What can I see,
In the roiling tomorrow?
What can we be,
If our love isn't borrowed?
What will become,
Of this hating race?
Death on the run,
Getting out of pace.
It's consuming our brothers,
With pretty lies.
No more devoted lovers,
As our world just dies.
What will we do,
To stop this pain?
What else is true,
But crimson blood stains?
The world's in a spiral,
Of hatred and regret.
It seems to be viral,
Like a poorly chosen bet.
I can't lay down,
And let them kill us.
I won't bear this frown,
As they falsely fill us,
With dreams of peace,
And monied futures.
We need release,
From this political suture.
But instead we turn away,
And pretend it isn't real.
These problems will not fade,
Unless we file for repeal.
Our futures are flawed,
Our leaders have claws.
We become overawed,
In the presence of laws.
But they make the rules,
Can't you see?
To them we are fools,
That will never be free...
