There, drops
of counting
beans
Spirits in my heated
water
You can't drink
Improve, I meant
to accomplish
a missions worth
of corruption
End Asylum
Civil Rights
Watched where
You were at
New York Paint,
Paint my pain as prison
In time I learn to investigate
The wars of civility
For 160 years
My family has attended to the record
From Ireland to New York City
Virginia and Texas
California State
The General of the Irish sees all
Empty in my eyes
Civil War will not come
They wage against the poor Sir.