Intentions

Some used to say it was going to hell in a hand basket 
A quicker delivery would be in a hearse with a casket

The wheels are coming off and it’s been this way for a while    
I remember way back when that wasn’t our style

People tearing each other down at the drop of a hat    
We never would have thought of promoting that

The division is greater in every single way  
We can hope but it looks as if it’s here to stay

These days we can’t even agree to disagree anymore  
Never have we been in this situation before

Crime is worse than ever so keep watching your back  
Don’t forget about the threat of a cyberattack

We need someone to pound our gavel and call this thing to order  
We should have built one a hundred years ago if we wanted a wall at the border

Man I sure miss those simpler times  
With a gun rack in the window of a Chevy and checking trotlines

In the days when you could count on a relative and friend  
Idle chitchat at the pump until I see you again

People would say thank you and good morning at breakfast  
There is no comparison then to these times that are reckless

When parents made the decisions and we lived by the golden rules  
When things were taught with no agendas in local elementary schools

Social media opened the door to the threshold of dysfunction  
Negativity and hatred fueled at every platform and junction

Nowadays most people just seem so hostile and bitter  
Lashing out as characters in a fictional world known as Twitter

There are many things about the good old days that are still left to mention  
I would go back in a second and trade them all for these times of ill intentions