As light shifts and shadows stretch
Our country edges to the ditch
Our country edges to the ditch
The kapos have to scratch their itch
Our common fabric we now unstitch
As light shifts and shadows stretch
The dogs of hate are told to fetch
The founders in their graves begin to retch
The shadows stretch as the light shifts
What happened to that which uplifts?
The point of our moral compass drifts
Will we hold fast to our founders’ gifts?
Our country edges to the ditch
Our country edges to the ditch
As light shifts and shadows stretch
We must stay the hand that pulls the switch
Even under shifting light, a fact is a fact
And we must act to pull us back
As our country edges to the ditch
