Written By Shelly Moore
Two men stood tall in front of the crowd.
A circus of words spewed by the proud.
“I’ll make things better,” both voices vowed.
While she looked down on them from her heavenly cloud.
The masses had already made up their minds
Before the curtains were raised to hear the grown men whine
She should have been the moderator if there had been more time
Such an ill-fated mess she’d been forced to leave behind.
One man has been proven a liar, a cheat, a bully, and a fraud
Whose soul vacated as a child when coin was taught to replace god
Yet people continue to follow him blindly as they cheer and applaud
His tyrannical ramblings of greed as others pity us from abroad
And there’s no sense in trying to open the eyes of those who follow
They’ll have to open their own when they find the courage to swallow
Their pride for being tricked by a con artist whose soul might actually be hollow
But no one likes being wrong, fingers pointed as they wallow
The time has to come where we wash away all that’s believed
We need to wash our pride down the river realizing we may have been deceived
Leaving a heart within our bodies that’s been cleansed of arrogant disease
Remembering who we are, and what we are, and what we can achieve
We’re taught duality is a constant from the moment we are born
Good and a bad, two sides to a coin, and between the two you can’t be torn
There’s red and there’s blue,
and you absolutely must choose
And stick to your guns until the day you lose
But once you’ve lost
You fight at all costs
To make sure your side is again triumphant
The unconscious need to fight for your side
Is what’s driving your pride
And putting blinders on for the incumbent.
Our choices aren’t great.
But I refuse to fuel the fire of hate
And maybe just maybe before it’s too late
We can collectively break down the gate
That’s shielding your heart from the truth.