Anger on the left anger on the right
Biting at each other what ever gets you through the night!
Shut your ears don’t listen, you will here no good
Will it come to blows .. no your words cover your soul like a hood.
Every ounce of good is gone , fled for the hills
Sanity has left , leaving blows and harsh words shrill!
No sight of grace , anger written all over your face.
Talk to each other talk before it is too late. Be men about this share the saving grace!
TEAM Mark