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Carolina politicians are at the bottom of the barrel.
Carolina Blue © 2017 Ken Kahn
Love falls out of fashion in a world of rising pain.
I'd still choose compassion, lift us all to a higher plane,
'Cause nothing trickles down. We all need a rising tide
And no one's always wrong, you better learn to compromise.
Dark and dirty deeds done to deceive in the dead of night.
Turn these rocks on over, bleach these bugs in the daylight.
'Cause we all know you lied, and we know that you don't care,
And you're not on our side, but we will not despair.
Not grieving for you. We have a plan
Oh, Carolina. I'll be home soon,
See a friend or two. Patch my old canoe,
And make you a little more blue.
'Cause I remember when we stood tall
And let that rainbow shine on every wall.
Now you say those days are through.
But I don't believe it. There's just so much to do.
Reason falls from favor and anyone can have a gun.
Politicians pull this caper, take the money and they run,
As violence trickles down, hard to stem the rising tide.
But we will raise the torch for every child who's died.