I’m as mad as hell,
just like Howard Beale.
He knew, and he said it so well;
reality television, now it’s oh so real.
There’s been a wall of division,
that stretches the length of the land.
Where there should be unison,
the flames of fervor are fanned.
They only asked that their voices be heard,
yet were showed no benevolence from the other side.
Those who relish basking in the absurd,
as the repercussions were felt far and wide.
So many patriot, Christians,
with an undercurrent lurking;
that you can live with your decisions,
with so little thought, or soul-searching.
From the comfort of your glass and gilt home,
you can watch and sit back;
like spectators at the falling of Rome,
cheering and looking on, as the the lions attack.
Today’s American dream, a nightmare facade,
you let it slide, you let it pass.
Explain it to him when you meet your God,
then say your prayers as you attend mass.
Yes, I’m as mad as hell,
you followed the Philistine, and took the bait.
It could be a different story I tell,
if love, had trumped hate.