The country groans under the jackboots of the Administration,

families cry, and all the other nations moan and sigh;

As the Constitution is torn up and discarded,

like the fallen autumn leaves;

As the men on Wall Street roll in the dough,

and all the people's work to naught goes to show;

As thousands disappear in the sand and the haze,

lost insects trapped in a web of lies; when the rich wage war it's the poor who die;

As the old guard changes to the new,

real changes are so rare and so few;

As the question is asked again and again,

Can we?