We’re at the end of our two hundred year story
And live in the shadow of our former glory
We’ve traveled the path with our destiny calling
And tred on the way where the mighty are falling.
We’ve lost all our values and our honor is gone
The next battle ahead can now make us a pawn !
There’s something lost where has it been
It made us this one great nation
With freedom of conversation.
Demosthenes spoke by the sea
While heroes like Marc Antony
Defended Caesar’s legacy !
There’s Thomas Paine and Nathan Hale
Great men whose words would never fail
While immigrants rough seas would sail.
They came for freedom their first choice
With speech that they might freely voice
And values that none could coerce.
How sad they’d be to see us now
Our children mute they can’t learn how
This government will not allow !
The days are charged with fiery speech
But soon we shall an ending reach
What do we need that can’t be sought
With weakness and our wealth be bought ?
The time for courage has emerged
Though we are bankrupt and submerged,
Our ruling class is self-embraced
And few are left without disgrace !
So this is how our story ends
There’s little left, not even friends !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 