From cold summered north

To warm wintered south

An idea has traveled by word of mouth

A country great

A people diverse 

And yet, at the same time averse

A melting pot

All as one

Yet always hides the hired gun

Ill clean the streets 

Ill feed the poor

Is what they always say

Yet all their focus

Goes to their pay

The 1%

The wealthy few

Care nothing at all

For me or you