Half stories

Trump the insatiable beast that feasts upon my children's children
Fucking cowards cowering scouring depleting resource as recourse
Dreams long forgotten trodden with blood spilled by hardworking history
Of course not black and white and of course it is
The trajectory of a nation founded on sin
As half of a story of the glory of well meaning outkasts
Who besides the saints don't eat their tail like snakes shadows
Overcast casting spells that continue to divide
That side and this
Yes, the shits fucking annoying
When will they get it
We've got if figured out
Perhaps true, but fuck what to do
When one side of the coin won't budge
And the other spins blindly in bliss
Kissed by death at the moment of birth
Ignorance and joy never go hand in hand
We are all mountains lost eventually one day
As grains of sand we're in it
Meanwhile stars inviting us back.