From "W: A Congress disposed"

T h i s  W e e k   In   W W and the Bitter Hymn of the Republic Wednesday, September 29, 2004 The Bitter Hymn of the Republic   Mine eyes have seen the coming Of the Bush and Cheney Team, They are smirking like the Cheshire Cat That licked up all the cream And 'though before them lies the body Of the hallow'd American Dream, They just keep marching on.   Glory, glory hallelujah. Glory, glory, how they fooled ya. From Florida to bloody Fallujah, Their lies go marching on.   In a hundred ragged cities I have seen them take the stage As they mumble some pathetic lies They've written on a page But they never see the crowds below With fists upraised in rage, They just keep reading on.   Glory, glory hallelujah...(etc)   In the White House sits a leader With the courage of soufflé, And his Chicken Hawks assembled As they pass the time of day, Pouring mud upon the coffins Of far better men than they, As God is looking on.   Glory, glory hallelujah...(etc)   But now the day of reckoning Is finally at hand, And ages past are beckoning To rise and make our stand-- To take the sword and face the foe And drive them from this land! And we are marching on!   Glory, glory hallelujah. Glory, glory, how they fooled ya. From Florida to bloody Fallujah, But we are march-ing, We are march-ing, We are march-ing ON!       Copyright 2004, Hank Blakely _________________________________________________________________________ NOTE: This page is especially intended for older browsers, and is excerpted from the full "W" site, which is optimized for browsers that conform to the "CSS" standard. This might be a good time to update your browser to the latest version. It's free and easy to install. To do so, just return to the entry page, and click on the appropriate choice.