The Equator

We all wait with baited breath
To make right with what we've got left
We're waiting for commands
But praying for a ban from what's at hand
The world burns & what's imposed?
What's the color of the firehose?
Satire is déjà vu, we tire of nothing new
While civil wars ensue, with no equator

Performing on a stage, preaching in this day & age
The more you compromise, the more negators
Call for a change in roles, both directions are too cold
What separates the poles is the equator, equator
Your second thoughts will die on the equator

Fool them with your piousness
A prison for your biases
When you put up a fight
Since you're disenfranchised, we know you're right
And meanwhile collecting dust
The "losers" deserve your trust
The only ones who think, beyond the papers' ink
Will all be left to sink in the equator

Performing on a stage, preaching in this day & age
The more you compromise, the more negators
Call for a change in roles, both directions are too cold
What separates the poles is the equator

Equator, equator
Your second thoughts will die on the equator
Equator, equator
Your second thoughts will die on the equator
Equator, equator
Your second thoughts will die on the equator

It's a sign of dying fate
We at large decide the state
By no measure of skill
But going for the thrill of the next kill
The labels & discrimination
Without one consideration
Hearing either side, the chasm's open wide
Hemisphere echo chambers, no equator