O beautiful amber waves, Majestic Mountains, Spacious Skies,
Your meaning dies,
Where has your brotherhood gone…?
Each foot that has squashed,
Each wild place lost,
No longer proud of country and law.
The strife once born
Thy glitter worn
Dull with time and fatigue.
Our capitalist ways
Our selfish days
How strange our times will be.
Lost are the days
When words did praise
The liberty for which we fought.
Now come the time
When we recognize the crime
Perpetrated against patriot dream
Where are the nobler men
Where have they been
As America’s poor bleed.