The Endless Monsoon

In the blue bayou

where they promised life was good

Thirty years reveal a strange truth

Your home is not yours

the only place you know is kicking you out the doors

Separating fathers and daughters

husbands and wives

tell me how again protecting fetus is pro life

I cant sleep

my lover leaves me lonely

giving me excuses living a second life with the one who abuses him

who is the true victim

people stuck in unhappy marriages

people needing a secret double life

people in black robes with evading answers and maple lies

is the gold in our lands fake

why is America now a country filled with so much heartache

How can we assist Ukraine

We still figuring out how to heal our own country's pain

All the rich and intelligent brain

A graduate of a elite university

Yet why is the world in so peril

Are we fulfilling politic dreams?

when the leaders are the most qualified

yet the Democrat and Republic want to continue the fight

Putin has plans for more bombs no thought to the cost of life

in Sudan a world starves

Tent city grows rapidly where you are

Where is your pro-life heart?

When will you adopt the illegal undocumented immigrant

When will you see the man in the dark

sleeping in the van, fully clothed on the ground

Don't these warrant the protection for the sanctity of life

All the five judges answer the questions with blank stares in their eyes

who is affected

who is protected

the problem is we are thinking only of the material thing

I too want to save our souls

Sadly no one has a spare angel wing

when its all out of control

Where do you go

Where do you run

Even in the blue bayou

Where dreams should come true

Its another ugly view

Real life is not a fairy tale

Its a potato chip gone stale

for some there are no happily ever afters

just endless confusing chapters

In the blue bayou

after 50 years we reveal a strange truth

we time travel back to the past

to find that USA SCOTUS, Democrat, Republican dont care about me and you

The rich get more comfortable while the poor sheep stuck to work for its keep

Its time to revolt, on this July 4 remember the reason, look to the core of life

Is it body needs, money dreams

or are we something more

human and divine

we must return to what we were meant to be before

Trump came along, the white supremacist gave their power to achieve the wrong

They may have cost their spell it wont be strong

A higher rests on high for the innocent for the just

I feel the true army speaking

Giving me words for dreaming

Even in the dark blue bayou

Where they promise life is good

The turning of the tide will come soon

We will add a sweet cream to this bitter coffee

Turning life in to one great toffee

In the great blue bayou

I will find sweet solitude

A room for peace in the endless monsoon.