It is not just tears that run from my eyes It is the visions from the USA I want to be blinkered, blinded, hide Blanketing my ears In an euphony of soothing The Sounds reverberating A voice promising all The greatest one Watch Olympus fall Witness the order Made of old Middle class protected Poor Unworthy Call Deaf ears listen to nothing A blind man In his ivory tower The right has it But not the right direction It leans that way That's all. AGL