The day will come not long off when all the world will refuse to try and mortal men, poor and old, despairing of the times will gasp one last at their circumstance and lay down in their graves to die robbed of futures they never knew, or good times only tasted the ignorant youth will revolt against truth at the lives their government wasted a ramshackle train of lost generations will alternate, wave and spit on the flag while homeless vets wake up on streets and degenerates force children into drag. houses will sit empty, for the speculators who like hordes of rats eat the substance of mice and of men, and they, calling it patriotism will demand socialism for the rich and capitalism for the robbed, again and again. The chutzpah of it all. America, the conquered: the ruins of dead mens dreams.