Sitting on my front porch
step down under the stars
wishing I could write a song
like Venus and Mars but
the world’s gone wrong and
everybody is going insane
as so called leaders make like
weathervanes genuflecting before
the mob taking it to the street
living in a police state where
democracy is a picture show
been that way since freedom
died that day in Dallas long ago,
somewhere over the grassy knoll
the bell tolls for liberty for glory
for only the lonely in the darkest
hour looking for love in the time
of corona and knowing all we
really have is this present holy
moment to wake up in America
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