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RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN DEMOCRACY 

 

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We have become what we despise

The media is bought and sold

We embrace the golden leader’s lies

Our sense of decency grows cold

 

We are the shining silver tower

Money is the voice that speaks

We are the ones who worship power

The ship of state has sprung a leak

 

We do not miss our freedom here

We sent it on a ship to sea

We hold our leader very dear

And that alone’s enough for me

 

There is one truth for everyone

They hand it to us every day

We have the right to own a gun

The other rights we gave away

 

From this time forward we are one

One voice, one vote, one truth

We praise the glory of the sun

Who needs a voting booth?