Smoke

These are times: too much smoke to see the lighthouse;
These are times when a con-man wins the whitehouse.
These are times.
These are times when fake news is the fashion;
These are times when evil trumps compassion.
These are times when needs give in to greed.
These are times, these are times.

  How could we be so stupid, how could we be so wrong?
  (Fire! Fire!)
  I feel the final fire; the smell of smoke is strong.

Oh, there were times, when humanity was the driving force;
Oh, there were times, when honor rode the winning horse.
Oh, those were the times.

  When ancient icons rule the day, raising armies, taking lives;
  Like herds of sheep, we bow our heads and blindly wait
  As death arrives. (I smell, I smell smoke)