When the shit hits the fan

When the shit hits the fan, Kevin,
Where will you stand?

As an adoptive son,
Or on grandmother’s land?

‘Mid the spouting of hatred
And hanging of flags

Will you stay with your project
Of riches to rags?

Where is your loyalty,
Where lies your heart?

Is it lost in the chaos,
Was there none from the start?

If History should call,
Would you bear like a man?

Where will you stand,
When the shit hits the fan?