What if a single founding father
had visualised today's brave world
where not a soul will stop and bother
to ascertain why truth is hurled
into abyss as if it were
a piece of waste, or even turd
and where the thought could not occur
that shaken never means it's stirred
if you will pardon my light pun
the day that's definitely coming
is one that signals -without gun-
Star-Spangled Banner, we are humming
what has America bestowed
upon the peoples of all lands
demanding that their vessels flowed
with Yankee flag and star arm bands.

The world's policeman as you say
to keep the rascals supervised
I think they venture past their border
to conquer, although well disguised
the fields of oil and other treasures
so on the fourth they proudly list
all yankee-doodle homely pleasures
and as for me, I will be pissed,
with Jack the gentleman who lives
in Tennessee, here is the gist
it's never what your country gives
or what you sacrifice for it
but always oil and gold and money
they haven't found a use for shit
perhaps they'll ask the Easterbunny.

Herbert Nehrlich

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