America, you’re looking old –
No longer fair and free and bold.
Perhaps that never was the truth
But as a dream it gave you youth.
For us back here, though moan we might
We saw the point, the nickel’s light:
A new world hammered from the wood
Where Europe reached its adulthood.
But human nature sniffed your track
To brand its mark upon your back.
Where fact fell short the dream too died
And left you nothing else inside –
So time has broken you; and thus
You’re no younger than the rest of us.
No longer fair and free and bold.
Perhaps that never was the truth
But as a dream it gave you youth.
For us back here, though moan we might
We saw the point, the nickel’s light:
A new world hammered from the wood
Where Europe reached its adulthood.
But human nature sniffed your track
To brand its mark upon your back.
Where fact fell short the dream too died
And left you nothing else inside –
So time has broken you; and thus
You’re no younger than the rest of us.
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