Forsaken and forsworn,
Our freedoms cast aside,
Our Constitution now in tatters,
As more snakeoil’s applied;
We have but one remaining right,
Still free within our head,
And that’s the power of our voice,
To fight this growing dread.
Upon the Bible not the Koran swear
The pundits cry and shout;
They gnash their teeth, their clothes they tear
As they search and cast about.
I have a simple answer
To those who might exclaim
“It’s only good Americans
Who’ll swear in OUR God’s name!”
You claim you’ve got the one true God,
As does the Taliban;
You cry and scream and scheme and shout,
As you seek to impose your ban.
But never have I heard suggested,
Through rants most patriotic,
That to swear upon the Constitution,
Could salve your histrionics.
Forsaken and forsworn,
Our Constitution you have have battered,
Now I swear upon my soul,
You’ll know just why it mattered.
The blood of all our ancestors,
Has run out upon the ground,
They now must shift within the grave,
At this new and growing sound.
It’s not for freedom or for justice,
Not the cause you seek,
But religious subjugation of
The people you think meek.
Now we’ve come into December,
A month long set aside,
For all the people to remember,
With generosity and pride.
And I watch this month unfold,
Bringing with it a new year,
I’ll watch investigations roll,
And shed nary a tear.
Forsaken and forsworn,
Our Constitution tattered,
I’ve watched you make your bed,
And cheer’d your dreams, now shattered.
Come the spring thaw and the rain,
Life will sprout anew;
And we’ll see this nation’s Taliban,
Thrown from power too.
