United Fates

Though it won't begot in verse 
Thither go us all 
Stowed in what will become worse 
As one tribe we may fall 
Ice and wet bulb fire curse 
Civ'lization stall 
Yet the nation and the purse 
Sirens still do call 
Values selves indulge 
Built on safety wall 
Myths of mine-gun bulge 
Paternalistic pall 
Yet these obelisks of thirst
Mighty orders tall 
Better look at first 
Down unity's righteous hall

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