Here it comes

A blazing infamous glory

From the tops of Washington

A news story

The pipeline will continue

My heart hangs on a line

People held in embrace

The dust settles for a difficult time

The hope was for some change of hands

The force of power

On sacred lands

But for now people head home

The risk of arrest to great to run

From that single act a stable life

Can be undone

I will research I will hope to understand more

The fields of dirt washed with northern snow

Where will the lonely hearts go

My heart goes out to the lovers

But the old train is going to roll along

Right after the last standing protester is gone

Gone