Hard As I Try, Daddy-o, I Really

Gather Quickly Out Of Darkness All The Songs You Know And Throw Them At The Sun Before They Melt Like Snow.

Believing Everything She Read In The Daily News, (no In-between To Choose) She Thought That Only One Side Won, Not That Both Might Lose.

Gather Out Of Star-dust, Earth-dust, Cloud-dust, Storm-dust, And Splinters Of Hail, One Handful Of Dream-dust, Not For Sale.

Democracy Will Not Come Today, This Year Nor Ever Through Compromise And Fear.

Liberty! Freedom! Democracy! True Anyhow No Matter How Many Liars Use Those Words.