Who Knows

You need to choose
Which side are you on?

As this nation slowly slides away
Living barely on leftovers
Treading trails of cattle dung
No longer sailors or wild rovers

Our ways and means are taken down
A rattle  box of little parts
Missing pieces left not making sense
Piggy banks of stops and starts

We've sucked our riches out of futures
Ragged cloths now cut to shreds
Muddied continental waters
Now we lay on home made beds