By: Wayne Brown
The Star Spangle Banner plays
The President, his hands hang limp
Does he not feel the pride,
Does he not swell inside?
Where is our patriot?
The Memorials come and go
The President, he plays golf
Does he not feel remembrance
Does he not sense the grief?
Where is our leader?
The illegal immigrants cross the border come
The President, he stands with Mexico
Does he not feel our urgency,
Does he not see the harm?
Where is our protector?
The money flows and debt only builds
The President, he says we must spend
Does he not see the threat,
Does he not see the yoke?
Where is our brilliance?
The black oil flows from deep down the sea
The President, he takes charge in jest
Does he not see the urgency,
Does he not see the death?
Where is our duty?
Our country steps away from the cause of liberty
The President, He says we must change
Does he not see the vision,
Does he not see the damage?
Where is our liberty?
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