See this Red Sky, grey horizon.

All that light they could not bend.

Too much truth is our minds now.

So much love we can not send.

All the power we could muster.

Leaves us empty, feelings bland.

In the end, there was a Custer.

More than him had their last stand.

We are still now, we are thinking.

All the ducks are in a row.

We aren’t learning from the teaching.

There’s no plan, no need to know.

There is still, and there is wonder.

There is Red Sky before the night.

If we don’t stop this rape and plunder.

There’ll be no one left to fight.