Revolver

The orbiting earth makes another rotation,
the sunset brings night to a pitiful nation.
The world changes so quickly, I'm behind once again,
At this rate, we'll never keep up with the spin.
Revolving doors help keep me detached,
I use black for the thread on the pants I have patched,
Surrounded by sinners in white shirts and blue,
Why assume that the world must revolve around you?
A revolver clicks coldly and somebody dies,
blood fills the ground while dark clouds fill the skies.
Another war ending and nobody won,
How many revolutions before we are done?

-kb