So sad to see

How cavalierly

We let slip through our hand

What was once called the “Land

Of the Free

“And the Home of the Brave”

Now down on its knees

To the sleaze

And the knave

To the con

And the grift

Reason numbed

By the swift

Dumbing down

By the mind-

Numbing trashing

Of honor, of truth

To think Hitler youth

Could march in our towns

And gunmen could shoot

Innocent young

And nothing is done

To banish the gun

Not when dollars buy

Those way up high

With power who cry

For prayer everytime

Republican crooks

Who get paid off the books

All grabbing their pelf

Of the gun lobby’s wealth

While parents who grieve

Yet still can’t conceive

Of “the money” that cares

Not a bit not a whit

For the tears that are shed

For the young that lay dead.

Paraphrasing the great Dave Chappelle

America in the nut of a shell:

If each nigga was given a gun

Every GOP yahoo would run

To their office

To write a tough bill

Lord, we can’t have guns

’Cause they kill!

While the smug NRA would sit back

’Til we all just forget each attack

’Cause our span of attention is zip

Twixt the TV the chips and the dip

The celebrity trials, and the junk

That stuffs all our heads up with gunk

Which keep us from focusing on

The reasons this country has gone

To the dogs while “the money” lives large

And we pay the carrying charge

In the taxes we get dribbles for

Which mostly just ends up off-shore

In the numbered accounts of a Trump

In some fat K Street lobbyist’s “bump”*

In some conservative bum’s greasy palm

Who can readily quote every psalm

Who’s an expert in all matters natal

And whose “expertise” is mainly fatal

Whose idea of freedom’s a joke

We’re all “free” to be needy and broke

We’re all “free” to get shot anywhere

Free” to forego doctor’s care

“Free” to lose job house and home

“Free” then to be on our own

To be on the street sleeping rough

We know you’ll survive ’cause you’re tough

By God, we’re “The Home of the Brave”

By God, we’re “The Land of the Free”

Long may God’s Old Glory wave

From sea to Gods great dying sea.

* Bump = A line of coke.

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