Wishing wells
Are fine in fairy tales
But they've got no business here
Where evil's very real
And children are known
To just disappear
Magic spells
Still hold no currency
Where people are lining up
To sell their dignity
When reality's a show
They'll crawl through mud
I fear sometimes
We ain't got a hope in hell
I've half a mind to hang the next fool
To wish me well
To wish me well
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Tell me when
When will the truth prevail
To clear away all the smug
and smirking juveniles
And save us from all
The blood thirsty thugs
I feel sometimes