Epitaph

The din grows louder with every day

The cacophony of stupidity eats the brain

Primal screams echo fear along the path

And thunderous nonsense pours down like rain

When all is done both sides equal one

And the sum of nothing is less than naught

Those that pay the price believe its over

As costly guardianship remains to be fought

The ghosts of soldiers gather at the tomb

The revolution over, civil days gone by

The great one and two, the Red menace spent

They kneel, pray, and embrace their woeful cry

The loss so great, the meaning misplaced

And now the price we didn’t plan to pay

The words cut deep in Babylonian stone

Here lies, Truth, Justice, and the American Way