As I Walk This Graveyard Somber

As I walk this graveyard somber Of a country shorn of life Its gravestone reads, in the distance yonder Stabbed by debt’s dagger knife Our Founding Fathers, like demigods Of a past enlightened age Founded this nation, with musket rods And writings on a page We the people, it was writ Must perfect a union young With stinging wit, this daring script Was a rock at Britain slung A golden republic, been thrown at our feet They challenged us to keep From democracy’s thieves, from subtle deceit From apathy, and ignorant sleep Have we kept our gold? No! It was packaged and sold! By politicians - absentee dads! How would our Fathers feel, if they could be told That their children lost what they had? Our Fathers would be, trifle a doubt A hallowed kin troubled by din Troubled by noise, the screams and the shouts Of a country dying from within With ethics abandoned, a sickness has crept A plundering, gluttonous sin These pitiful states, with mountains of debt Belong in no handbook of hymn Youth, why slave for a wage To be took by taxation’s rake? Why seek to be caught, in misery’s cage For worthless currency’s sake? Prepare instead, for the coming collapse When Liberty staggers, stumbles and hurls This nation, struck by a venomous asp Expires, in agonied curls