Change
Our lives are diseased
Not by sickness, but by ideas and creeds
The politicians do not listen to our pleas
They drown us out
Make us want to shout
About how the country we know and love
Needs a good hard shove
I want to change this
Rearrange this
Make it so that my children will be proud to call themselves Americans
A new direction is needed
And all I hope is that the people's message is heeded
This country must move forward
Not back towards the abyss
And I hope in twenty years this will all be a joke
But until then this country must not choke
We must wake up and change our ways
We must look towards the future, in the end it pays
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