.

Roaming with the past intact

Gunning the motor looking

For the future in hollow hallways

Wondering when we can enact

.

What has been promised to us

So much unfulfilled and tuned to dust

Gotta start this engine again

And actualize what was left to rust

.

Too many people put their trust

In prophets who can't deliver

Stand up and shout, "I am the one!"

Not the savior but the sinner

.

Who has entered through

Concrete halls with no pass

Where no one seems to care

Jump off those altar stalls

.

There's troubles in the Midlands

And everyone who believes

In chance or change for a better life

Better hope this never happens again

.

As I'm driving by the voting booths

Top down on my way out of town

I see people lining up in modernized tents

Waiting inextricably for the next clown...

[Edited 9/5/18 5:43am]