Chorus

listlessness;

the silences of unkempt plenty.

united at once, we celebrate

punishment suffering many.

 

stare at the wallpaper,

what is sallow was once sunny.

scream day and night -- someday

you may find it funny.

 

ignorance is deathless;

of that we live among, amply.

gross awakening may separate

ourselves from citric effigy.

 

Strike down this moral castrator --

remember without sympathy!

stack high his tower with the bodies

of those he promised greatly.

 

Let the news print the names!

Hear the clapping in the streets!

But remember the chorus

The one percent sings. 

 

This poem is about: 
My country

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