T’was the night before MayDay and all through the land
Every worker left stranded held a vote in their hand
When all of the town bell towers struck thirteen
The people all realized the lie of an American dream
For dreams can be hopeful and dreams can turn bad
Dreams can make us happy, but most of all sad
The people with the money took everything they could
The cash and the jewelry, people’s minds and scrap wood
The rot and decay from the waste the rich left
The poor had to recycle and carry off the heft
Even elders were stripped of all they had built
The fat giant nation had been robbed to the hilt
All of the king’s horses and all of the king’s men
Left America for dead; walked off shouting “Amen”
Thanks to Shin Sekai Yori for the “impression”
