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Wake Up, My People!
By Linda Swanson
Wake up, my people!
Open your eyes!
The USA is changing.
It’s time to realize
That the “land of the free
And the home of the brave”
Needs attention right now
If it’s going to be saved.
Wake up, my people!
Open your eyes!
The USA is changing.
Our children and grandchildren
Will wonder what is meant
By “the dawn’s early light”
When our planet is spent.
The “spacious skies” are beautiful,
But not if you’re “detained”
Or tortured or murdered
or bugged or defamed.
Wake up, my people!
Open your eyes!
The USA is changing.
On February Fifteenth
In Two Thousand and Three,
Millions worldwide hit the streets
So everyone could see
That “War Is Not The Answer”
To make the world secure.
But Bush’s plans were fixed.
What he wanted was a war.
Wake up, my people!
Open your eyes!
The USA is changing.
Democracy can never
Be a spectator sport.
We have to be full players,
Not armchair sorts.
When leaders are betrayers;
And lies are what we hear;
Our children grow up cynics
In the “rockets’ red glare.”
Wake up, my people!
Open your eyes!
The USA is changing.
“Oh say, can you see”
What your path needs to be?
Move out of your zone
Help your country stay free!
Your pres and your veep
Have not just overreached.
They’ve broken our laws.
They must be impeached!
Wake up, my people!
Impeach to keep
The USA from changing!
Copyright 2006 Linda W. Swanson
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