When fascism comes to America, it will be
wrapped in the flag and carrying the cross.
--Sinclair Lewis

thanks for the last and greatest betrayal
of the last and greatest of human dreams.
thanks for the american dream to vulgarize
and falsify until the bare lies shine through.
--william s. burroughs

the battle's been lost, the war is not won.
an addled republic, a bitter refund.
the business first flat earthers
licking their wounds
the verdict is dire, the country's in ruins.

providence blinked, facing the son
and where are we left, to carry on
until the day is done
until the day is done

so we've written our stories to entertain
these notions of glory and bull market gain.
the teleprompt flutters, a power surge brings
an easyspeak message falls into routine

providence blinked, facing the son
and where are we left, to carry on
until the day is done
until the day is done

a voice whispers, "son."
the blessed vision comes.
what have i done? what have i done?

so hold tight your babies and your guns.
forgive us our trespasses. father and son

providence blinked, facing the son
and where are we left, to carry on
until the day is done
until the day is done
until the day is done