I feel its flow like earth’s despair
This terrible stain on our nation fair
Has opened in our hearts a demon’s lair.
How can we bear our morning face
Before we join in with the human race
Can’t we see the reflected disgrace
The death hidden behind a fine lace
Where is our love of decency
Can a man still stand independently
Or will hurtful and tragic anarchy
Turn our country to one of tyranny
Those are the burdens you face my friends
On what you do next your lives depend
You can’t pretend you didn’t know
‘Cuz I’m right here to tell you so.
Our streets are lined with flowered shrines
Our churches are parades of funeral lines
The media chant the list of the dead
The streets are a fright and the day is red.