Virtue signaling and destruction abound A uniting goal nowhere to be found Too high on emotion for critical thought Pallets of bricks the anonymous bought
The stamping of boots upon human faces Shadows fueling a war of the races History repeated every four years For votes from a populous motivated by fear
I used to think to have a drink no matter where it be, would bring me bliss that I would miss when sober thoughts haunt me, but what I've found through many rounds of shots what matters most, is quality of company and most of all the host.