Mad Hatter

Going down
That rabbit hole
Your late to the gate
For a flight on hold
Drinking and freaking
In the house of mirrors
She’s shutting your name
But your too lost to hear her
In between
The cracks reflected
Conspiracy man
Truth deflected
Your white wash heroes
Your picket fence
You’re doing nothing
But making folks tense
Your blood soaked flag
You star striped rag
Chlorinated vaccinations
Black lives built
Your white house nation
Sculptors round
Black kings found
History found
Our grandparents bound
To the cubs a bloodhounds