Problems At Home

I got a feeling I was born too late Before they gut the Office of Clean Slate A school of thought, long in play Slaps me harder than the Hand of Fate Nothing's cheap in the land of the free When the Homeland flirts with autocracy A darkness spreads across majestic skies A stark divide upends once peaceful lives Too many toil for so much less Others gain excess wealth and influence Mass layoffs, AI on the rise My Homeland's hard to even recognize In every city, in each town Cracks appearing all around A train derailment, a bridge collapse Clincs close, suspicious drones Planes are landing upside down I'm mindful of the words that I choose The way I speak, whom I'm speaking to Never know whose got the shortest fuse No way to gauge what rage makes a person do Despair deepens from sea to shining sea As the Homeland cosplays at monarchy In every city, in each town Cracks appearing all around Things break easy, not built to last Tents crowd the underpass More tax cuts to the donor class I got a feeling that it's just begun There's too much progress left to be undone Freezing funds, earmarked for relief To hand out more corporate subsidies Those in power have motives to promote Policies that suppress the people's vote In the Senate, in the House Cracks appearing all around One compromise to be found Practice legal bribery Strike a deal when lunch is free Our Founding Fathers did not anticipate Destruction of the administrative state A homegrown crisis, fomented from within A fight the Homeland's not equipped to win The richest nation to exist Suppose there's problems that just can't be fixed Suppose there's problems that just can't be fixed Suppose there's problems that just can't be fixed