We’re no longer medieval
Hiding in our mental huts
We think because we read the Bible
Emerson and Twain
We’ve overcome the tribal
Something in us always needing
A revival or the recitation of a pledge
The downfall of a rival
What interests us most is the matter
Of money its potential for cruelty
The cost of our survival
Still the raucous teenager of the world
Still yet to prove our love and freedom
Are more than drivel
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