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NATION

Nation of Strong, Nation of Power Power of Station amongst the Strong Nation See out from your Ivory Tower as you see the stones fall Hour after Hour Your race screams in Pain Grasping for the Paper of all the Precious Metal you hold Look down from your Ivory Towers Blinders still on, Nothing is Wrong Documentaries on how to Eat Garbage Oh have another Feast at Our Expense As the Strong Nations meet Because of the Power of Station To Feast with their Blinders on Give us Your Huddled Masses and all of your Poor Looking Down from your Towers Lots more to Ignore But as those Blinders are held fast to your Eyes Your Ivory Tower Its Foundation now Cracked Out Coming In It's a matter of Fact Pulling Up from the Rubble The Weeds you Ignore Looking for Holes in and around Your front Door Nation of Strong, Power of Station All is fine with the State of the Nation Looking up at your Tower, as you look Down You with your Blinders on, Me on the Ground We hold on for the Scraps you throw at Our feet Thinking things are Rosie and Sweet But as the Waters now cover Our Heads We realize it's Only Promises We're fed One for One, None for All Your Ivory Tower is ready to Fall Held up only by Those You still have fooled Putting Their Blinders on as They go to bed They won't realize anything, until All are in Dread.

J. Jones 2008