sitting in the banana republic of america
staring into the mouth of the devil
an empty hole, a gaping wound
nothing coming out but fear and lunacy

tear gas burns our eyes
on the streets the numbers don’t lie
the police stand by
as the Republic dies

staring endlessly at this tiny screen
the battery-powered price of my soul
a lie-machine, a dirty hole
filled with only more nothing

tear gas burns our eyes
on the streets the numbers don’t lie
the police stand by
as the Republic dies

judge pounds a gavel, the hammer of authority
ceremonial dramatization of dignity
an empty gesture, a hollow sound
a mockery, but still it pounds

sitting in the banana republic of the U.S.A.
wondering if there will be any news today
the posse’s noose is on the tree
ready to chase down and lynch history

tear gas burns our eyes
on the streets the numbers don’t lie
the police stand by
as the Republic dies

Posted Tuesday, January 19th 2021