Sing Beautiful Songs
As kids we're taught to sing along
To sing beautiful hymns
And tunes to songs our parents never knew
A festering adversity
And a denial of regression
The land is black
A bleak expression
The crows pick at Lady Liberty's remains
The corpses have rotted away
Leaving only the layers of clothes
That were once fashionable
Meanwhile the doves remain intelligently ignorant
Of the crows feasting nearby
That's a beautiful little marching band
Waving a flag that should be all inclusive
While unity goes AWOL
But still we sing along
Because that's all we know how to do
And we're not singing for today
But for the tomorrow we hope to have
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