Oh blessed hope doth hardly a dream
blood shed in our street
warning to get deep
these are solate times

yet you have settled for ill faded rhymes
the casualties are enormous for a stated cause that was atrocious
Send the troops home
no reason for them to roam

as the sun heats up only time will tell when the water will boil
some stand for freedom
others its in the American way
very little take the time to bow the knee to pray

out in the streets where people meet & greet
look above to the heavenly love
merciful one come take this chip off my shoulder
stop the senseless fighting as our nation grows a bit colder