Down Count 

A sliver of hypocrisy under skin
Spread to faces and cracked grins
Silhouetted, engraven; stand tall
United states of "freedom," our wall

Urinal sanctuary, pray hard fast
Destitute, bleached head, white past
Division revised to statures and hope
Punish the powerless, break neck with rope 

Some things change for worse
Never left past that haunts
Some things bleed a curse
Others controlled by wants

Suddenly spattered, dreams convolute 
Shotgunned our answers, point blankly crude
Stifled revival, traditional chains
Distress to the people, the fortress and pains

Anvil cracked progress, forged under light
Devil red molding to the children's insight
Blue white and red, the blood of a race
Of flesh leading flesh, American disgrace

Some things change for worse
Never left past that haunts
Some things bleed a curse
Others controlled by wants