Tin soldiers and Nixon coming,
We’re finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drumming,
Four dead in Ohio.
—Neil Young, 1970
The lamp of Lady Liberty is quenched
A nation built of immigrants welcomes none.
The currency of democracy earned through decades of blood, breath, and building–soiled and lost.
Quitting the global stage, as other countries ascend, US industry, research, science, education, and societal vigor decline into chaos and ruin.
The foresight of the Founders fails to stir an impotent Congress from its cowardice.
The United States is for sale–to any bidder.
And each of you, that brought us to this, in your moral vacuity–
in thrall with your storm troopers
As in Germany, when History calls, you’ll cry, “I did not know!”
Deliver us from your evil and may the stain you earned never ease.
Gotta get down to it, soldiers are cutting us down
Should have been gone long ago
What if you knew her and found her dead on the ground
How can you run when you know?
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