By the pretense
Of politicians acting
As if we are going
In some sort of path
That seems to be
The right direction
For me it begs the question
How did we arrive here
And the answer?
I believe in the truth
But in America's trenches
How can you find it
Let alone any proof
That we are improving
Just the opposite is the feeling
The tidal pull is relentless
We have not become
What we should have
Our world is a gathering
Of difference
Without acceptance
This ideal of hope
Becomes pretentious
When the budgets of a country
Are examined
And bombs
Are well ahead
Of bread
And recruitment for the military
Is a higher priority
Than training for life
Where we end up starving
And dead
