SMILING CLOWN

Driving thru the city on the 

Wrong side of town

With the tension cranked up

And my window wound down,

I see the shadows of their eyes

Looking out and looking round.

Carving up the highway 

With a motive in my fist

As truncheons turn against

The doubters in my midst,

While boxes burn like crosses

With offensive voting slips.

Cruising thru the city in a 

Place called Devil's Town

With the music cranked up

And my windows wound down,

Flags hoisted by the masses

Beckon in the smiling clown.