I had a dream, American, (But now I can’t),
Iconic and ironic in its inner core.
The Founding Fathers, somewhat smug & ignorant
Of Life and Love beyond the European shore
Unwittingly might see a noble people dark
As less, and bless twin evils: Slave & Masterhood.
Yet dimly saw perhaps a democratic arc.
Provide for ways to grow a land of humanhood.
Remember to find the light — wherever you can. And then add to it. No matter how small, it helps.
Alas that dream seems dashed upon the rocks of creed
A manic sycophantic oliphant has come
To overturn both logic, love with crap & greed.
Pretending not to notice what we’ve learned; plays dumb.
It tramples rights of non-white, poor, and double X’s.
Projects itself upon a pedestal, and hexes.
The real strength of the oliphant is less than you think; because it is fragile as anything based on a lie inevitably will be. Strength requires being tied to reality without being enslaved to it. We can imagine and strive toward something better.
They practice witchcraft of a very shifty sort
And thus, with evil devils, they themselves consort.
The logic they pretend to worship, they contort.
They gorge on earth and every shred of life they can.
They cite the lies with which our history once began
Ignoring all the truths since learned so they can ban —
The lives and loves of what they do not understand.
They stuff their ears to drown the sound of those they’ve banned.
They cover eyes to blind their brains to flames they’ve fanned.
The air and sea are fouled: – by blood-soaked, unlearned hand.
They point their blame toward each direction in the land.
If everyone caves, they’ll expand their demand. We’ll all be damned.
It cannot stand. Fallacious fascism falls and fails.
It won’t be folx, but traitorous cheats who’ll fill our jails.
The Fire of Love is Fire that Works: The Fire of Life.
Fulfill America’s Dream. The Dream beneath the Dream.
Help everyone see and feel the Theme beyond the Theme.
The Fire of Love is Fire that Works. The Fire of Life.
We need a land that works for everyone who’s here.
For rich, and poor; for men and women, straight or queer.
For blue, for yellow, red and white. Behold the Light!
For each heart knows that “Cheat and Lie” cannot be right.
Divide’s a trap for fools. It’s history that schools:
Don’t follow those who promise jewels then break all rules.
Instead, we’ll stand, hand in hand, across the land.
We’ll sing a song still better than the one we planned.
We’ll sing clear air; we’ll sing our forests back to green.
We’ll sing of love; we’ll face the truth; grow strong and clean.
We need not join dictatorships of scum and hate.
That’s not the arc of America’s fate. That’s not our gate.
It’s over on that hill of green. That place of sun?
That place of light and love? There’s room for everyone!
The Fire of Love is Fire that Works. The Fire of Life.
The future is ahead of us. A thousand wars of strife
Will not turn back the seasons nor the sun. The Light
Will grow the Tree of Life beyond the Fear and Fight.
Come climb the hill and in the valley far below
You’ll see the hands around the campfire and its glow.
You’ll hear the singing. Join and you’ll help quench the strife.
The Fire of Love is Fire that Works: The Fire of Life.
The Fire of Love is Fire that Works: The Fire of Life.
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