Willing and Idle

So we sit as we watch 

the death of our nation, 

the train can't stop-
(get off the tracks). 

Good hands left wringing, 

idle but willing, to steer us 

towards that which we lack. 

So we sit as we watch 

our children get murdered, 

beaten and shot at, abused. 

Then we cry and we whimper, 

begging the heavens, 

sick with the violent news. 

We sit and we watch

as our lives fall to pieces- 

less than just rubble, they're dust. 

Both sides claim righteousness, 

both clutch their weapons, 

so tell me now, who do we trust?