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