Representatives steal from the poorest of men

Unemployment rising from six to ten

A Capitol represented by rot

The futile battle ‘tween have and have not


Our flag droops in the early morn’

The fabric of a nation tattered and torn

O’ Glory, yield from thy patriot’s grove

Freedom and liberty, America's trove


Hark, on fruited plains, a note

E pluribus unum, a citizen’s vote

The voice of a nation, one voice, ONE.

The End

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