We are in trouble, our families and friends, ill-tempered hostility when decorum is at it’s end, anxious antagonistic! those who become hateful when idealistic.
When any hysterical lie can convene a reckless battle cry, people lacking reasonable rational, breed resilient rancorous vows. Governments against the people, burning churches falling steeples.
Still unknown is how much blood to be spilled, can you hear the mother’s cries as the children die, class warfare leads the race, with these conditions is anyone safe.
The labels we place on one another, the lack of trust of each other one nation wondering in the dimming light, still some unwilling to give up the fight. What is the answer I don’t know what to do, but a change must be made if we are to make it through, God bless America to.