LEFT

So they’ve resorted to gambling
With the innocence of freedom
Played the challenge one too many times
And look at all that’s left.

A balancing act between prosperity and restraint
They thought it’d be easy to stay centred
But always that one crucial misstep
When the fall, what is left?

And I felt dominated by their controls
My liberties robbed the illegal traitor I am
Thunder shakes the frustrations now
Because there’s barely anything left…

But they stitched that self-worth back into me
And I treasure the implanted desire to grow
Even their continual dominance is no threat to me:
I am the product of the left.