DAILY 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. !
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