Eloys sing their songs and fly their flags
While morlocks do their work
In dirty rags
But the hill itself
was once a vibrant city too.
In history ignored
But no less true
As Eloy’s celebrate
Their utopian dream
Morlocks are more and more
Pushed to the seam
They live and they work
And they love and they die
But feel no such joy
In early July
They carry the weight
Of this powerful nation
But get only hate
And ostracization
They built our country
But when they rightfully grieve
What’s been taken from them
You say love it or leave
Morlocks have always
Footed the bill
To build this great city
Shining on a hill
We took all their land
Brought them as labor
Forced their conversion
At the end of a saber
Their grievance is valid
Their history true
Yet we wonder
Why they don’t fly Red, White, and Blue
So as fireworks burst
And your heart swells with joy
Know it’s only utopia
If you’re an Eloy
Jay Rogers Twitter @JayRogers24
Son of a conservative evangelical minister and an educator. After a 7-year long deep-dive into the Bible, Jay left his faith in the proverbial foxhole during a tour in Iraq. Jay is now a liberal atheist and a friend to the kind, threat to the cruel.
