Scapegoat Grimoire from III (Three) by Victory Riots

All these broken dreams and bad designs
Failed efforts at paradigms
Wrestle all our lives with the words
Of dead men we didn’t know

Words are the empty shells of feelings fired
Desperate shots of the lonesome and tired
The stray sparks of a funeral pyre
Tinder to a forest fire

So when your thoughts and fears align
Intentions creeping out of sight
We think that words won’t change anything
And then the shooting starts

Wars are fought over words
Swords pounded from metaphors
How else are you supposed to get a nation
To bury their children for you?

A proud nation stands and cries
Pretends not to know the reasons why
Load up the thoughts and prayers
And summon a scapegoat from the grimoire

Set your hopes and dreams alight
Flames to free you from their arguments
Or write the words to knit our fractured hearts
Dispel the illusion of our difference

We can choose the words to use
To set the table or draw the battle lines
Draw a line around me and you
Or build a wall

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