lurching unto nothing real
foul wind pervades the place
sunken eyes once held ideal
of this there is no trace
as lovers lose the hours again
we feel for rarer fields
but pantheons remain the same
for what elections yield
one hurls a piece of shit at walls
one raises fist to sky
united rise, divided fall
were one to wonder why
it is the lustre finally went
so far away from dream
and reason's gone whence it was sent
as has our pride, it seems
in pantheons of statesmen, kings
set forth above the rest
a note of fine intent still sings
as we collapse for cruelest jest
it cannot be, we're here again
chorus fading from the sky
consigned unto this sick refrain
for bi-partisan bile, dream dies
divided, narrow, convoluted
the message transcends pantheon
bankrupt, hateful, soul-polluted
wait and see what comes anon...
