An Unkind

We see the vipers of distance Crawl into our lives everyday Breeding our Edens of hatred Pathetically stupid and unkind We couldn't look a saint in the eyes On the storm It's time to go On the storm It's time to go Marching in ines of contradiction Forgetting the history we make Loving our hangmen as the penultimate joke We lack the Moses .... to look A saint in the eye