Don't curse the absence of snow on the slopes
This is the world that grew as you wanted
Nor pine for the sons and daughters you've lost
Your's is the army for which they enlisted
Yes, this is the world you voted for
The future to which you relinquished control
Don't cry for the youth, their innocence lost
This is corruption your cable bill cost
Don't wail for the absence of blue-collar work
Destroyed by the goods you bought home from Wal-Mart
Yes, this is the world you sat back to see
Unfold on your shiny new flat-screen TV
The world that you saw mutate every day
Drifting out of your reach, as you left for work
Blowing clean out of your way
The dry leaves onto the street.
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