Drift

The world spins and we

Hypothesize, temporize

Critique, dilemma

 

With little insight

Pure sophistry, neat and clean

Iconoclasm

 

Give voice to our pain

Without a means of recourse

Empty solutions

 

What have we become

Where is our nobility

Sacrifice, spirit

 

The fearless leader

He is an orange man, I am

Blue as cobalt, blue

 

The world spins and we

Are bound to it all the same

Have you had enough

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