American Swoon

American Swoon (on the eve of Mr. Trump's second term, a sad refrain, with much assistance from the most masterful sounds of Paul Simon's American Tune and JS Bach)

So often now I am much shaken

And often I'm subdued

Yes, it's hard when I awaken

To feel we've been abused

Oh, it's a sad sight, a sad sight

I'm fearful for our home

When each day appears as the darkest night

We're but a discordant poem, we're just a discordant poem

And all our dreams have just been scattered

Our hopes brought to their knees

All our dreams now lie in tatters

Don't know what's left to believe

Oh, it's a sad sight, a sad sight

There' no words to our song

And I ask myself

where do I belong

I ask just where do we belong

And I wake myself crying

Soaked in tears that flow so endlessly

And wonder where must I be

To stop all the hurt in me

For I hear all the lying

And try as I might to just let it be

The damage to liberty

As far as the eye can see

For I hear all the lying

They’ll come to this place at the appointed hour

They’ll come to this place as he plays his tune

They’ll come as he speaks of his endless power

And sings his American swoon

Oh it's a sad sight, a sad sight

This nation's hardest test

Can only hope that tomorrow's a better day

So I can finally rest

Just trying to get some rest

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