'This country
Is messed up
It's like
A cracked cup
Waiting to be
Stricken down
Without a sound
Of help from others
This country
Is out of whack
Something so far out
We can't get our knowledge back
Day by day
We think of a new way
To make America weaker
Soon
All too soon
Will we be down for the count
Like a horse
Without a mount
And we'll be nothing but a clover
To be smashed
Into the firm grip of
Comnunism'
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