America's back bone writhing
hotly burned by our worthless struggle in the bound places
our sense of progress stifled
then
stagnant
we simply stiffen with fear
when the tracks begin ringing at us
physics claim the train
can move now
only toward us
as a disaster hauled by stubborn steam
our position
is fixed
roped down with a pemanence
the world has reserved only for Washington ideologues
it's that persistance we admired
the desired die hard partisonship grip
defined and hard-wired by party line whip
that
for which they've all been hired
and as train cars crack on our nerves set fire
and our little helpless hearts retire
the tracks
sing us to sleep like a righteous choir
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