People circled wagons in the days of the Wild West,
Either hit the ground or take an arrow in the chest,
Today we’re Circling Wagons as we did in yesteryears,
We’re fending off the cybor saints of the apocosphere,
You don’t need to hit the ground or feel the pounding hooves
To know that sheer intolerance is splitting us in two.
To “bring ppl together?” It’s precisely the reverse,
So we are Circling Wagons and things likely will get worse.

If you have been forsaken due to color of your skin,
If you have been mistaken for someone you’ve never been,
If you are called a racist just because your skin is white,
That’s judging by the color of your skin, is that not right?
If you’re dark you’re good, if white, then you’re condemned to hell,
Where this racist thinking leads to only time will tell,
To “bring ppl together?” It’s precisely the reverse,
We are Circling Wagons, and things likely will get worse

You’ll see Circling Wagons in the whiter side of towns,
Some refuse to go to work, the shops are shutting down,
Workers will not work for those who think that those who work,
Are far beneath their brilliant minds, that they are stupid jerks,
In a crowded, dangerous world, the strong will stay alive,
Those who fight with mother nature likely won’t survive,
Do we call the cavalry or do we call a nurse,
See those Circling Wagons? Things likely will get worse.

The pall of being gutted drains the cities where we live
Why rip off these people who were so inclined to give?
And what do people naturally do, when they have been attacked?
They will seek protection with their friends who have their back,
And whom do we have to thank for this chaotic mess?
The silicommie commies and the manifestoed press.
To all you smash and grabbers, put your hands up, drop the purse,
See those circling wagons? Things are likely to get worse.

The greatest danger in our world is this apocosphere
They will sell enslavement cloaked in a gold and red veneer,
They’ll harass and hound you, they will drive you to the brink,
You’ll regret that you refused to think the way they think,
Lest we become intolerant, intolerance will rein,
No, you dirty commie rats, you’re ’bout to feel some pain,
Pain for having not contained your cancel culture curse,
See those Circling Wagons? Things are likely to get worse.

James Reeves