When will the sun shine once more?
We chanted, toiled and waited,
Searched through the chaparral;
Rummaged the shameful wild
And the hobo’s paths are everywhere in the desert
Yet we can’t impute the last candle.
Our swollen feet are frosted,
Our hands congealed
Our hearts, concrete.
Our quagmire rampaging our trust
And the eavesdropping chill biting us
Our search for the sunshine seems endless
But we hope the tables will soon turn
We hope our consumed critters will be recouped
Our rancor will be streamlined
And our imbrued nation will be revamped from the facile nihilism.
We are tired, jaundiced
Of the lies, the hatred, the insults, the fruitless promises;
We are soured by the politicians
Who think we should always be grasslands
We are being trampled, tapered, coiled, and dragooned
And we always succumb to the pain.
But it’s time to sway,
We shouldn’t be parasites to each other,
But should let the sun shine on all.