clear sky cold night in the dark
spying on the horse world I step
in the mole mud track it in no
matter it's only dirt rinses off
some stains are not so simple
Bush crimes barely noticed here
we humor our presidents others
rightly not so ready to forgive
old accounts are coming due
guilty or not we all must pay
Gaia smiles between storms
how can we now begin anew
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