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America, whose
rivers I've traversed many a time Whose mountains I've bellowed at Whose forests and valleys have given me shelter Whose beauty is slowly fading Whose cities are rotting from within Whose poets are imprisoned Whose priests are politicians spinning religion from Capitol Hill Whose White House is turning black Whose children are dying America, soon you'll have to look at the mirror America, what will you see when the time comes Will you see a land of "Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness" Was Lincoln correct in his great emancipation Maybe what you'll see in the reflection is Red Russia Or the Cuba you so fear America your socialists demand answers Do you know the names of your poor The faces of the desperate victims of a free market society stare at you America, beware these warnings Time is running away and out Do not become Whitman's "damned of nations" America, I'm not giving up on you. |
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