Rhyme and reason have fled before the storm,
The warning bells they are not rung.
Standing in the darkness,
The cold grips my soul.
Forever lost is equality,
And the nations greatest goal.
Far to the left and far to the right,
The country is divided in clear site.
No one wrong and no one right,
But no one vindicated in the fight.
What will have to be paid as the ultimate cost?
No equality was ever born,
And any change of it will go out in the coming storm.
Pray for equality,
Pray for peace,
But to what end will that meet?
What ever has happened,
To the white dove that bore the branch,
After the great storm?
No choice will be made,
For it will be lost.
What price will we have to pay for the cost?
Ignorance and knowledge is a double edge sword,
For it cuts and ruins,
In the blind arc it wields,
To hold to the form.
Nothing is lost for nothing will be gained,
When the judgment bell tolls at the end of the day.
May we pray highly,
Pay we pray humbly,
For then when we sleep the grim reaper is coming.
Freedom is chained and bound with heavy locks,
All tressed up and never to be unlocked.
The gate is closed and the key is lost.
The fight won’t be won,
For the fight is already lost.
May we meet our judge with unwavering resolve,
And be in peace at the end of it all.
Dear Lord Help US All.