Though loss and shame have me weep
Of my ain country so deep asleep,
Turned now from hope that forged her birth.
When dreamers, worn, and wearied ones
Sailed to Lady Liberty,
Her torch high for them to be
Free at last, free at last. Oh my god, free at last!
Now, this death, this rotting stink
Of who we are and how we think
We’ve lost the way, the compass thrown.
Foul carcasses are strewn
Across this land that I did pledge my allegiance to the flag
To the United Sated of America
This beautiful for spacious skies, her amber waves of grain,
Her purple mountain’s majesty, above the fruited plain.
Her heart feels gone. The way forlorn,
Her myth of harmonies I mourn.
Was it all a fairy tale~ Or, did we once
Hum with harmony?
Sing lonesome cowboy soliloquy,
And Blues born of blues and broken bones,
Allegany fiddle tunes, and Cajun BeauSoleil.
No tyrant lies, or allegiances of greed
Can still my voice, or drown the need
To sing of thee.To sing of thee. To sing of thee.
Come, stalwart hearts
Redeem our song,
And bless the bread we once broke,
The hands that reached across the sea,
The glass that’s shared this day with thee.