We want the country back.

 

America feels like a cornered rat

trembling savage

desperation spilling

like rabid light

from frightened eyes

gone flight now only fight

time stopped

avenues of escape blocked

so

desperation becoming bullets

fear becoming cages

heat waves of hatred

trapped in terror

paralyzed in pain

America feels like a cornered rat

 

My country tis of thee

Sweet land of liberty

         so much misery

Of thee I sing

 

Land where my father's died

Land of the pilgrims pride

          where the lies do not subside

          where the guilty are free and the innocents are tried

From every mountainside

          and the liars lied and the children died

Of thee I sing

 

My native country, thee,

Land of the noble free,

        unless of course one takes a knee

Thy name I love;

 

I love thy rocks and rills,

Thy woods and templed hills

       overdose deaths from opioid pills

       so many people can't pay their bills

My heart with rapture thrills,

       while everywhere more blood from bullets spill

Like that above.

 

Let music swell the breeze,

And ring from all the trees

           poverty the worst disease

           alt-right newest form of sleaze 

Sweet freedom's song;

 

Let mortal tongues awake;

Let all that breathe partake;

        gerrymandered districts make

        don't sell gays a wedding cake

Let rocks their silence break,

         claim climate change is a fake

The sound prolong.

          

Oh beautiful for spacious skies

     and uglier with all the lies

And Amber waves of grain

     the poor in endless pain

For purple mountain majesties

     and  economic travesties

Above the fruited plain

 

America feels wounded 

bruised by bigotry

stabbed by stupidity

garroted by greed

burned by brutality

shocked by shame

tortured by treachery

flogged by falsehood

gutted by gullibility

America feels wounded

 

We want the country back.