“Good things come and go”
A pretty anarchist said to him
her white knuckles brushing
stringy brunette hair from her forehead
“But they always come”
She let out a sigh he could feel in his bones
and it reverberated to his core
She told me of the magic she found in this world
of spells we cast upon ourselves
......
Have we reached a time in America...
When anarchy becomes the rule...
Have politicians become power hungry dictators...
And the media become their tool...
They say police are the enemy...
And burn cities to the ground...
When the left becomes the reich...
Civility is nowhere to be found...
......
“Good things come and go”
A pretty anarchist said to him
her white knuckles brushing
stringy brunette hair from her forehead
“But they always come”
She let out a sigh he could feel in his bones
and it reverberated to his core
She told me of the magic she found in this world
of spells we cast upon ourselves
......
Have we reached a time in America...
When anarchy becomes the rule...
Have politicians become power hungry dictators...
And the media become their tool...
They say police are the enemy...
And burn cities to the ground...
When the left becomes the reich...
Civility is nowhere to be found...
......