Clarity

 
Giving a say on the situation
On Why overgrown tribes threaten the sky
Good Wishes gone to fission
And humming hawks hover for sparks of hope shook up enough to give it the old defy try.

Welcome to the wellspring of war
Summers of love in the blood
In Hell its hard to keep score.
The price you pay is favorite fragments thudded into the mud

Here we go led by our noses
Round and round the rehash
Tactility telling you something about high pressure hoses
In your head the beat of the Clash

Clarity needs a squeegee
Empathy needs an enemy.