Upon this soil there once stood
A nation, proud and mostly good,
Where decent, normal, prudent sorts
Ran the government and courts.
Where weirdos didn’t teach in schools,
Where parents dreaded raising fools,
Where child-killers got The Chair,
And sickos knew they’d best beware.
Where God was real and sports were clean,
And our children not yet half-machine,
And it was still a shock, and rare,
To hear a well-raised person swear.
The food was wholesome, springs pristine,
An obese child rarely seen,
Women didn’t act like whores,
And we didn’t salivate for wars.
I think sometimes it gets forgotten
That this country wasn’t always rotten,
That wrongs were often set aright,
And the Big Boss Man was always white.
But today we raised a flag at dawn,
For a country that is largely gone,
And on this warm Fourth of July,
It’s just the latest day to watch it die.