E Pluribus Unum

It’s time, by now, we did away with nations. I tell you, hand on heart beneath the flag, This jingo jag has now become a drag. Those puerile patriotic palpitations had meaning only when we lived in tribes. Today our people mix and mingle freely – so can’t we now dispense with Horace Greeley, and wetbacks, wops and wogs, and all those jibes? Since nations never have a sense of humour, it’s little wonder why we have these wars. We need a change of heart. Embrace the cause: don’t split us into gooks or spooks or squaws, or hicks or micks or spicks, or baby-boomers. One nation under God, we’re all consumers.