I’m sick of the fighting, I’m sick of the bickering
I’m sick of the lies, the slander, and snickering
I’m sick of arguing, and the online abuse
I’m sick of the way they blame us to excuse
Their morals so low, their lips are so loose
Do they really have hate that deep in their roots?
They scream and they yell, and dress like a raver
They always present the same lazy flavor
They attempt to be clever and blame us forever
When really they should be the confessor
Made violent threats, and gave it their best
Yet they proved nothing more to us than a test
We were forged in that flame, and then we became
More than the lies that they use to defame
So as we move forward and stick to our morals
We remind everyone that we are just mortals
We will stumble and fall, but we promise you all,
We will own our mistakes and deal with headaches
We will work to do better, and shed the bedwetters
Who protest and pressure to acquire more cheddar
They sell out themselves for the almighty dollar,
They give up their morals, in pursuit of some follows
They lost their credibility and their mental stability
Gave up their humility, and exposed their inability
To see the real truth, or be honest in group
Thinking they’re smooth and their minds are acute
They mostly assume and then wrongly accuse
They prostitute themselves to raise up their views
But in the end, their hate will lose
Now their harassing, their slander, and lies
Have become obvious to onlooking eyes
Their views are down, exposed as clowns
Their train full of stories, lies loaded on lorries
Has come to a halt, and it’s really their fault
Most of their actions were meant as distractions
Just overreactions meant to increase their transactions
They no longer decimate, instead they expose their hate
Their reasons manufactured; their execution substandard
They continue to fracture, the conservative answer
They will be forgotten, and exposed as rotten
Their money ill-gotten, and they should take caution
Before they start acting a lot more like Stalin
With their downward spiral on full display
They either hide, or run away
God says we love them anyway,
And though it’s hard, we fire away
Lord, I wish them peace in their hearts
Please reach in the deepest parts
Open their eyes and help them to see
We have made mistakes, to that we concede
But we are good people, please end this disease
That’s infected their mind, or don’t they believe
In America we aren’t forced to agree?
