You play the firing squad; I'll be the target
I'll just stand here broken-hearted and amazed
You are the angry mob, I hear you callin?
Your Straw-man Gallows swing with
hunger unrestrained
You've raped my eyes wide open
Now it's easy to see
How you'd say I'm guilty of treason
So un-American
Just don't call me blind
Reach over cotton fields; look past the jungles
Post-cards from Wounded Knee and burning desert hell's
So long as you can sleep clear of your conscience
Leave future history to those who write so well
I swear my allegiance to the memory
The shadow
Of a nation that could have been
I swear my allegiance to the memory
The shadow
Of a nation that never was
--Stavesacre, Future History Of The Brokenhearted
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