Nothing will be as before,
We'll look over haunched shoulders
For nonexistent shadows dogging
Our footsteps and see demons
Grasping at our coattails ...
Nothing will be as before
Except the creeping fear of doubt
That terror sows and reaps
In war and peace on quilted soil ...
Nothing will be as before
From Gotham City to Dog patch,
War between McCoys and Hatfields,
Earps and Blandons, Lee and Grant -
One nation, one Spirit, one Flag,
Ol' McDonald and Mother Hubbard reconciled.
Nothing will be as before,
Shape and form, color and sound,
Noted differences in design and fabric,
Wiser with answers and questions:
Where from here, Why, who, what?
Nothing will be as before,
For Mary's little lamb
Whose feet are red, black and blue
From blood, dirt and searing steel.
Nothing will be as before
For Jesse James, Captain Kidd
And the Dutchman's buried treasure
Hidden mid stalagmite and stalactite
In mines and caves in Missouri and Afghanistan.
Nothing will be as before
For GI Joe and Uncle Sam.
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