I wake from a seemingly endless sleep
My senses confused and blurred.
My eyes unfocused as I struggle to see
What during my slumber had occurred?
Flames and smoke bellowed skyward
Obstructing a magnificent dawn.
Shattered glass and debris littered The Street
That had known me, ever since I was born.
Was this about justice, retribution or rights?
Or defense of the land’s constitution.
In truth, no one knows or cares anymore
The meanings lost in the utter confusion.
Peaceful protest has become a piece of the past
Replaced by, vile tongues spewing hate and revolution.
Every lesson we learned is challenged or dismissed
Erasing history and man's own evolution.
They're people who brag that they kneel for a flag
That waved gallantly through the enemies’ fire.
We hear defunding cries, there is hate in their eyes
And all hope for our future is dire.
We pray it will pass, the stupidity won't last
But rich donors are refueling the fires.
Yet in all this we've found a statement of truth
That is, most of the media are liars.
When the dust settles down and the fires burn out
Will there be any, of our past left to delete?
Can we all make amends and call each other our friend
And feel safe when we walk down The Street.