Free The Golden Calf

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Steady is the hand

keeping balance in the land

as it measures the cost

of freedom on demand

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A hero’s song unsung

off the tip of a silent tongue

reminds us of the place where

only the good die young!

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With red roses near

blue skies that stretch for years

those broad stripes and bright stars

prepare our youth for tears

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“Left, right, left…” we stride

to breach the great divide

We must march together

or risk this nation’s pride

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If In God We Trust

but for more loot we lust

the Golden Calf we’ll praise

half buried in the dust

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About face!

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As one united nation

let us move in the same direction –>

towards a day worth remembering

and a history worth repeating

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