2.Mourning In America
Shhhh--A white face in a white crowd,
The day, it starts, and it gets harder just to stand out.
Someone everyone organically can hang with,
Or someone cynically manipulating language.
Whoever told you that we needed you to be this？
We've all been sold a bill of goods if we believe it
Another warning from the well of true believers--
There will be mourning in America, and we say...
Hey! Hey! Hey!
You summon ghosts we tried to bury in their white shrouds
With burning cross and bloody crescent in the White House
You come on something like the faces I remember--
1980, Mississippi rising from the ash and embers
Never, now, can I imagine me forgiving you
Never, now, can I imagine how to live with you
Another warning from the lake of people bleeding--
There will be mourning in America if you keep it up...
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Up from the sultry air of the South of a time gone by
To your mercurial mouth
And where the busses in Boston that have idled for years
Ride the line to Orange County and the fare is the fears
Of the long manipulated and the wilfully dumb
You better watch what you ask for,
'Cause someday, it might just come.
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