The Fourth

Walking down the tracks without a gun
What will we do if we encounter someone?
A casual greeting or maybe a wave
Not every meeting needs the threat of a grave

Arguing about something we should ignore
We resolve the point but we are still sore
And so we push on and argue some more
Never asking what we are arguing for

Trapped in these four walls and under this roof
Testing our resolve, now we have proof
The lunacy of life by political whim
The cost of framing everything as us versus them
Civility becomes an anachronism



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Writer(s): Joel Shaw
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