In a political cartoon
Covered in an irritable fume
Hate is the poison I spread
Vultures lurk above my head
Labeled sorrow, guilt and remorse
Wandering in the desert on an uncharted course
I lit it on fire to burn to ash
Threw it to the bottom of the trash
And as I continue to walk
I find myself covered in sand
Hearing a mournful extended squawk
In the middle of a never ending wasteland
