Their faces disfigure, contort with rage
They’re pining for a past that’s never been
They can’t accept the coming modern age

The hater and the screamer is their sage
Outshouting debate, creating a din
Their faces disfigure, contort with rage

The consequences of the war they wage
Not thought of, caring only that they win
They can’t accept the coming modern age

Fighting on as history turns a page
The fury grows as rationale grows thin
Their faces disfigure, contort with rage

In anger, with violence they engage
Insisting different ideas are a sin
They can’t accept the coming modern age

Growling, like lions in a cage
Not wanting a new era to begin
Their faces disfigure, contort with rage
They can’t accept the coming modern age

© Julia F. Varnell-Sarjeant 2011