I’ll Believe in Anything
There you sit on your heaps of gold
Chin held high, and not being told
How the country you claim, once a great nation
Is in shambles, tears, and in need of much fixing
Drink the cool aid they say, it tastes mighty good
But once you sip comes a black shielded hood
Instead of seeing the things that need fixing
You see ways to judge others for their living
Gay, straight, trans or bi
We all deserve sunshine and the opportunity to try
So as you sit on your piles of gems
And gaze at the people in toils and tends
Remember that you are not the only one
And we all deserve sunshine and all get to love.
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