Lethargy

Bleachin' bones

Lethargy
Red rivers wash away
Like the useless vote
A blind eye is turned
In plight of the scripts
To justify the score

Blood is on all of our hands
And down upon the scorched lands
They are all bleachin' bones

Hands on the frontline
Conscience left t home
Laced with guilt but
Only to those in the know

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