Bullets Red Target Blue

Dangerous days are these, in fact they are insane The problem isn't 19 that's treatable The problem is written in stone as they say Centuries old and there's no vaccine It's a grudge of profound circumstance With the core of human decency on trial The dollar weighs in and tips the scales The colour green wedged between red and blue Confederate souls buried alive Tombstones shaking off the dust Ghosts of the civil war rising from their graves A Red haunting the victorious Blue Looking for redemption with ownership restored Most sacred is the southern cross The front line forms the gatling gun awaits Bullets red target blue The rational would devise to bury the hatchet Bury the flag along with the lost souls And the permit, of the trading knave And give way to brotherhood and equality for all But here we are divided again Enslaved to the Confederate regret Of losing the war of civil suffering Red versus blue once more