My Fractured Country, Thee

Sung to the tune of "My Country, Tis of Thee," or "America."

My Fractured Country, Thee

My country, ’tis of thee,

Cold land of poverty, your pain I see.

Land where my fathers died,

Land of foul genocide,

From every ghetto street,

Freedom retreats.

My fractured country, thee,

Land of the wealthy, thy name I flee.

I loved thy rocks and hills,

Until the industry filled,

My heart and my soul, with revulsion.

Let music fade away,

And drag from all the trees, the last wood deck.

Let billionaires rule all,

Let Donald Trump take all,

Let rocks their silence break, And down we fall.

Our fathers now are gone,

Authors of liberty-

I’m glad they’re gone.

Imagine how horrified they’d be

Should they awake and see

Fifty million in poverty

Someone save their souls…