Trials, testings, and some blessings,
What’s in store has many guessing,
Not quite sure what be expecting,
If be real, or window dressing.
Men in chorus speak their message,
Chances are result in wreckage,
Some of them do have much leverage,
and of justice a miscarriage.
Time is ticking, some...
Days of Wine and Roses,
Watching all the poses.
Underneath our noses,
Nothing left supposes.
Nothing left for guessing.
They are now undressing.
Rid of all the besting,
Now their sins are nesting.
Talk of tribulation
Coming to our nation.
No more on vacation;
Only devastation.
Breaking...