And in lament I find
The grandeur of 'intolerant':
Broken ears, chapping lips, hallowed eyes
'Sinless' thoughts, futile rage, wry demise
Despite the fight, the warmth of lies,
We burn, we break, we build, we buy
Oh politics of faultless guilt,
Oh wondrous land our fathers built,
Why stifle that with which we learn?
Why silence those who wait their turn?
For proof, for sooth, for righteous tides
Dark suits, recruits, our great disguise?
Watch the incognito bureaucrat
Who thinking backwards wishes that
He'd listened once to beggars, thieves
He'd seen through eyes of those who once believed
There was a hope left to be found,
There was a point to weathered sounds:
The anguish of the widow's cry,
The man who's let his tears run dry,
The child whose drooping lids won't close
Until she safely, soundly knows
The guns have all been put away,
That brother dear is home to stay
Through Luther's dreams, from Hester's seams,
The bruises seen through thinning jeans,
What is there left to understand?
As light sets in the foreign lands
Which ally's left to hold our hand?
A warning, bold, soul, please behold,
The breed that needs the freed who plead
Cease threatening that to which we cling
Cease shutting doors which often bring
Our civil freedoms to good use,
Our civil freedoms which reduced
Would serve no cause, satisfy no clause
For human nature's flaws
Are those that save us in the night
Are those that bring us courage when our rights,
Like 'senseless' laws are justly placed within the jaws
of rulers with ability to choose which views to lose
So, America, define yourself, America, make note to shelf
All doubts to oppress, all thoughts to suppress,
That which validates our liberty, pledges our faculty
To be free, to be free, to be free.