Fighting for America, we

don’t know why. But it’s real. 

We watch the destruction and the Earth won't cool.

Bombing Japan, we

Abandoned civility, left

Humanity. Nothing like we were taught in school.

Arresting black kids, we

spot them as they lurk.

Bystanders plea asking the cop to stop, often too late. 

The children are crying, yet we

don’t stop, the only way to break up a riot is to strike,

back, until they can’t see straight.

Weeping mothers visit their kids for reasons we

don't understand. So we sing,

though it may be a sin

it distracts us from what we

want to forget, but the distraction is thin.

No more comfort than a bottle of gin.

Drinking like a camel finding an oasis for relief till we

can’t do nothing but listen to jazz

as those final days of June

pass and the sun set,  we

realize, no matter how we try, we die.

And we die soon.