Political poetry |
Aren't you sick of politicians who treat the Constitution like a rag Then for an end to greedy means proclaim we cannot burn the flag? Don't misunderstand me, I fly the flag, and just like most of you I respect what it once symbolized before true statesmen bid adieu And I remember as I fly our flag, it's not exclusively for us All have the right to liberty, equality, and the God they trust The world once looked to America for leadership and education Regarding justice and freedom, from a wise but infant nation Immigrants came through Ellis Island when free Indians lived here Then claimed their land as ours as red men walked a trail of tears--- Treaty upon treaty marked the grave for those who cried and died America should have had an inkling what un-kept promises implied The red man knew through mystic dreams his demise would soon arrive On shining seashore, needing more, so that the white man could survive The founding fathers and framers of the Constitution once respected Had been greeted by the natives, and were in many ways connected Integrated, their mixing culminated in Irish Cherokee and others That once stood shoulder to shoulder, as sisters and as brothers From Thanksgiving with the Pilgrim to French and Indian waged war Until expanding gold fever closed for them democracy's great store Cut throat, we don't let women vote, for we shall rule the planet earth By showing every other race that we can prove they have no worth Slave man, African, caught in traps upon his sandy native shore Were packed like rats in chains and moved above the ocean floor Gavel down, white man crowned---a reigning self-imposed king I ask you, and be honest now, how long can freedom truly ring When all we once stood for has turned so hollow and so cold While our precious Constitution is being cheaply bought and sold? The American flag, for all her regal beauty and her meaning Cannot be of value to anyone if her message we aren't gleaning So raise your chalice, propose a toast, buy a few more lies While everything this nation stood for dies among the cries Of those who have no voice, America has made her choice... It is I, I, I---me, me, me...go back home and make no noise Stop stealing what I do not want, don't take the job I will not do America the beautiful---a footnote---with no red, white or blue... |