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SONG TO AMERICA

Today, I heard you singing; I was troubled, by your song
News of someone dying; Hallelujah's just seem wrong
I could not help but wonder, at the journey you were on
Where are you going, America?

Iron fist -- the world resists -- the crowd begins to shout
Monkey see as monkey do - the cheers go ringing out
In the mirror, there's a monster; anger, staring back at doubt
Where are you going, America?

Is hitting back and tit for tat the only rule you know?
Slug it out and damn the doubt; blow for bloody blow?
The lights are up, the stage is bare, it's time to start the show
Where are you going, America?

Do you know what happened, while you struggled with the truth?
Does it take a Columbine? Do you need the proof?
Did you despise the world that way, when you were in your youth?
Where are you going, America?

I'm sorry if you're troubled by my utter disbelief
Can't see you as a saviour when you treat me like a thief
Don't want to sound ungrateful but I cannot hail the Chief
Where are you going, America?