The fear of self

all hushed ‘cept the wailing
the Hart’s final stand
‘gainst the gathering wolves and werewolves
war born in man and man been to war

Is blood as thick and red now as it first was in Civil War? Will the mad fox chew his children off to free himself of principles

Curse this land for all its failings
Bless again for all its reachings and teachings and strivings for better
May they come out equal and God forgive us, grant us mercy and blessings rule again

For I cannot see the shoreline
Though my eyes as sharp as raven
There’s a deepening low of trouble
From the Hart’s last stand