A dangerously beautiful display

Of wild devotion and the will to act

Has moved the souls of tiny men today

To change the world, to make a Faustian pact:

They paid for freedom, each their own, it seems,

In blood of others matching not their make.

With union of the people just a dream,

The powerful now tread upon the snake.

The rift between the “us” and “them” is clear,

And we preferred the devil that we know.

In our attempts, we’ve sown a field of fear

And killed the land in which our children grow.

America, I hate to see you leave,

But in this world which needs a bond, you cleave.