A long, long time ago,
I can still remember how my country used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had the chance,
that I could make those people dance,
and maybe they’d be happy for a while.
But February made me shiver
with every order he delivered.
Bad news on the doorstep,
I couldn’t take one more step.
No, can’t remember if I cried,
when I heard the news of his wounded pride.
Something touched me deep inside,
the day, democracy died.
So bye bye my piece of the pie,
drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye, singin’ “This’ll be the Day that it dies.
This’ll be the Day that it dies.”

Adapted from Don McLeans. ‘American Pie’

Sorry folks, but I could not help myself. I am deeply concerned about the fate of our country.