I Hear America Singing

I hear America singing

a song called Whitman's Blues.

It's the silence in the steelworks

and the peace on production lines:

it's the stillness of the sawmills

and tomb-like, empty, mines.

I hear America singing

a song called Donald's Rap.

The prattle in the White House

is spread all over the net,

by the shouting over the arguments

with the promises unkept.

I hear America singing,

a song called Tattered Rag.

The money in the wall safe

is kept against the day,

when the few unshackle the many

and the rich are made to pay.