Here's something in the spirit of Woody Guthrie

Hi, everyone. I'd like to introduce myself. I've been almost exclusively a lurker for the last ten years or do, though I've been a member since the early days of the first GWB administration and, at one time, posted a fair amount on DU. I guess Facebook absorbed most of my social media energy a while back and that's where I do most of my interacting.

Politically, I'm an Elizabeth Warren kind of guy and am delighted to see her bring progressive ideals to the forefront of the Democratic Party.

I write a lot of poetry and fiction, but this is slightly different.

This is a song lyric in the Woody Guthrie / John Prine spirit, rather than a poem. Sadly, I have no musical abilities whatsoever. I can't sing, nor do I play an instrument. Otherwise, I'd have this sucker up on YouTube.

Anyhow. I'm glad to jump in here and I hope you like the lyrics.


America the Fucked

You’ve heard the singers sing this
You’ve heard it all before
We used to have a war on poverty
But now it’s on the poor
They say just vote the bastards out
But that’s not easy done
They tell us God will smite us
And that we’ll lose our guns

Abortion is the greatest scourge
And then there’s devil weed
And black folks might just hurt us
So we should let them bleed
And America was once a place
That seemed a blessed friend
But the filthy rich and the Jesus freaks
Have brought her to her end

They sing Jesus Christ we love you
Please save us from the poor
We hope you’ll kill those Muslims
Who sneak around our door
And sit with us and watch the news
So you’ll know who to hate
Some they’ll outright tell you
And some insinuate

When we were children torture
Was something others did
But now we’ve grown and come to find
That we just kept it hid
And it’s become the Christian thing
To kill and lie and cheat
And if you do not fall in line
You’ll feel the devil’s heat

Abortion is the greatest scourge
And then there’s devil weed
And black folks might just hurt us
So we should let them bleed
And America was once a place
That seemed a blessed friend
But the filthy rich and the Jesus freaks
Have brought her to her end

They sing Jesus Christ we love you
Please save us from the poor
We hope you’ll kill those Muslims
Who sneak around our door
And sit with us and watch the news
So you’ll know who to hate
Some they’ll outright tell you
And some insinuate

You’ve heard the singers sing this
You’ve heard it all before
We used to have a war on poverty
But now it’s on the poor
They say just vote the bastards out
But that’s not easy done
They tell us God will smite us
And that we’ll lose our guns

The God of love will smite us
And we’ll all lose our guns.