My country used to be
A sweet land of liberty,
But man, did it change!

A land where my father died,
Serving this land with pride,
Singing “Home on the Range.”

Children used to walk to school,
Following the golden rule;
Now all of that seems strange.

We used to be sure about
How most things would turn out.
Leaders were not deranged.

We need men like Eisenhower,
To acquire the reins of power,
And that remains unchanged!