From the recording Land of Plenty
Early January no one knew
Just a footnote in the nightly news.
Turned into headlines as the numbers grew
Sickness takes your breath then the rest of you.
We isolate in fear
They said it couldn’t happen here
Hide behind a mask in the land of plenty
With the spring of 2020
I can’t breathe said the man on the ground
Nine minutes passed that cop held him down.
All eyes watching that MN town. One life lost, but our conscience found.
Brought us to our knees. Crowds filled up the angry streets
Blood on their hands in the land of plenty.
Say his name in 2020
Heavy’s the head that wears the golden crown.
Tips the scales of justice to the powerful and proud.
Held our breathe made every ballot count.
But the madman wouldn’t lay his weapons down
Did it crush the American dream. That cold wind to wipe the slate clean
All we took for granted in the land of plenty.
Winter Solstice 2020