The Roar of November

Don't weep-she's a tough old broad she's been through all of this before the riots-plagues-and socialist rot 9-11 and two ugly world wars corruption and jack-assed coup attempts hyenas bent on destruction and mayhem. She's stumbling about now bashed-bruised and battered by malcontents and anarchists stung by thugs and the pyrite of socialists, but she's steadily regaining her balance dusting off robes from (cop)webs of injustice there's still rats and bats and fat feral cats in her attic crown that have to put down. Now she's loading up the blow torch with God's blood and the grace of old glory to scorch the abusers and bashers the blight that creep in the night upon the dreams of the masses... Don't weep for the lady she's a tough old broad she'll be shining again when the people have awoken when they're casting their votes into the roar of November.