ImagiNation

Shed the shell, a worn weathered hell
And slip into a torment anew.
Grim thoughts conspire with notion of desire
All parameters are now labeled untrue

O' Are we beast or are we blessed?
We ask ourselves in times of stress.
Do we die in virtue to lie in vain?
Or seethe in sin and end the same?

O' Sever the stock and throw the stone
Poison the well and tap the phone
Say the curse and play their games,
Lay claim first and spout off blames

O' Bend the bar and lay the brick,
Skip to the rhythm; a feudal flute trick
Like dominoes, we swoon and sway
To pay the man and pave his way

Stockpiled in a harvest of hatred,
Our political pinata party pines;
As a product of neglect and ill respect,
We gather in red, white, and blue lines.