The River State Sideshow

Sick the dogs on those dirty sinners!
No mercy for the law if the law is mercy,
But what you sing isn't a song it's a
Hellish roar in the face of those
Who were once the precious thing
That you want so badly to call life.

Your absurdity turns the world into mimes,
Somehow laughing and crying at the same time
At your angry clowning of the truth.
With a suicide bomber disguised as a
Proposition, your best attempt yet was met
With a counter attack of a compassionate reality.

And for once I'm proud to know that voices can
Be heard over the loud droning of ignorant slurs.