I tried asking my neighbor for a cup of hope
She was plumb all out but gave me a length of rope
And I asked,
"Is it that bad already?"
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Street preacher's stopped yelling and just holds some signs
Everyone already knows it's the fuckin' end times
How's his ego to survive
If he can't condemn the guilty?
/
Hang a noose for Lady Liberty
She's staring awful long at the churning sea...
Pour one out for Democracy
He's on his last bottle of Land of the Free...
America, America, just give her the goddamn morphine...
America, Sweet America, put her out of her misery.
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The billionaires sail by on their polluting yachts,
Wish we had more orcas and much fewer cops
You can call me a bitch all you want
If it makes the taste of blood a little sweeter.
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When the ration lines turn into riot lashes
What's your little gun gonna do against the masses?
The revolution won't be televised
So be careful who you pick as leader.
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Hang a noose for Lady Liberty
She's staring awful long at the churning sea...
Pour one out for Democracy
He's on his last bottle of Land of the Free...
America, America, just give her the goddamn morphine...
America, Sweet America, oh we hardly knew thee.
/
America, Sweet America, dream a dream of liberty...
America, Sweet America, please don't forget me.
About the Creator
CD Turner
I write stories and articles. Sometimes they're good.
Comments (1)
It's just so sad and tragic. Loved your poem!