In a land that was once prosperous and free
There was abundance from sea to shining sea
In years past, the milk and honey would flow
And opportunities would only grow
But the self-appointed Gods deemed the sun too bright
And devised a slow creeping plot to shut out the light
The Days they feared were too long
And only desired to insert nothing but wrong
Into a system that was fresh, shiny and new
The self-appointed Gods wanted it all to be through
They hated, resented, and scowled at our successes
As they collected and indulged in their own excesses
But now they’ve awakened a sleeping giant
Over them we will be triumpant