Looking on feeling helpless
Seeing this Nation a mess
Feeling forlorn in so many ways
Realizing at age eighty-four
Having failed to do more
And now literally in the last week of my days
As my time draws near
It’s revoltingly clear
Knowing I won’t be around when it does
The goodness within man
Itself a master plan
Today just a bump in the road that never was
Tis America at a glance
Perilous the circumstance
At the helm deviously charting the course
Scheming conniving
Brilliant con man simply lying
Tragically demonic the source
And so we’ve seen at a glance
America’s happenstance
The power of deception we’ve known
It’s all up to us
If in each other we trust
That future thus the seeds that we’ve sown
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