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In the land of the free and home of the brave Here I sit a bit of a nave Babies in cages on the southern tier Those with power nary a tear Children is their class room mowed down AK -47's sold all over town The globe on fire the Amazon burns No notice as the world turns Hurricanes and floods batter the shore line In the swamp every things fine Politicians cheat lie and steal Pigs at the trough never getting their fill The Proletariat bows and cry out for alms They are building a wall to keep them calm No money to educate the masses But plenty for war in made up crisis No leaders to lead in the home of the brave How could I be so much the nave