Disquiet

Must be a great country, he thought, dazzled by the fuselage of a 747
Must be a great country, he thought, admiring the tail-fin of a Chevy BelAir
Must be a great country, he thought, when he saw the moon landing
Must be a great country, he thought, will I be able to see it some day?

It’s a great country, he thought, reading about the Founding Fathers
It’s a great country, he thought, reading about Martin Luther King
It’s a great country, he thought, reading about Rosa Parks
It’s a great country, he thought, I hope I will live there one day

What a great country, he thought, as his plane touched down at JFK
What a great country, he thought, as he admired Mount Rushmore
What a great country, he thought, as he watched the fireworks
What a great country, he thought, I am lucky to be living here today

Still a great country, he thought, as the dotcom boom went bust
Still a great country, he thought, after the hanging chads beat Al Gore
Still a great country, he thought, the day 19 Arabs killed 2,996
Still a great country, he thought, we will face them down as one

It’s still my country, he thought, when they lied about the WMDs
It’s still my country, he thought, when they attacked a distant land
It’s still my country, he thought, when they killed 500,000 Iraqis
It’s still my country, he thought, we will bring them peace for sure

I am worried about my country, he thought, as greed and fear ruled the day
I am worried about my country, he thought, as millions lost their homes
I am worried about my country, he thought, as the bankers got bailed out
I am worried about my country, he thought, but at least we’re still together

What will happen to my country, he thought, as jobs began to disappear
What will happen to my country, he thought, as the drug crisis loomed large
What will happen to my country, he thought, as gunmen took ten lives a day
Whatever happens to my country, he thought, we will all face it as one

Is this still my country, he thought, as bigotry and hatred took hold
Is this still my country, he thought, as families split over their politics
Is this still my country, he thought, as the Neo-Nazis began to march
Is this still my country, he thought, but still we have a good leader

This is not my country, he thought, now fearful in his own home
This is not my country, he thought, I feel so all alone
This is not my country, he thought, but where am I to go?
This is not my country, he thought, but I must live here another day

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