The Great Divide
Father and daughter
Mother and son
Torn at the dining room table
Food and words flying about sPewed in every direction with no true target
The streets are littered with insults and hate
The ideals of the many walk the streets like hungry wolves
The ideals of the fEw cowered in the corner...
Hoping to see daylight once more
A nation divided
Two halves of A whole fighting, loCked in heated battle
Smoking key boards and raised signs
They say there was a time when the air was sweet and neighbor knew neighbor
But now there's only hatrEd
Hatred that fuels the machines of war
Decimating the weak and the innocent