Many are nervous, you feel it in the air
Streets in an uproar; discord and fear
People are angry, on the left and right
Join in the hell or let's give peace a try
Nothing is ever gained if we complain
This the season of raining down pain
Equating the righteous to an evil force
The plan is division without remorse
Hate has a way of bleeding its seeds
Thriving abundantly within the weeds
It bears no fruit except what is vile
Sown among the righteous to defile
Do not be comfortable with this mess
Blessed are refined through the test
Armed only with God's peacefulness
Healing will overcome all lawlessness
We are on a collision course mission
A rebellion is full steam to its fruition
Battle forces are dug in on both sides
Tug-of-War Compromise: "Give Peace a Try"