The Progressive March

The Progressive march
To Dystopia appears
Back on track 
Fueled by lies and fears 

Our rebel cause
Americans still sing 
Despite the Bell's
Grafittied ring

Marxian courts
And weapons pointed 
Ba'al's hateful army 
Shooting anointed

The edge draws near
And bricks keep falling 
Suited traitors 
Despite God's calling 

Scrubbing Truth
And hiding evil 
Undoing justice 
Woe we the people 

Idols lifted
In laundered status
Our Republic ungirded
Satan glaring right at us

Bending nature 
And all creation
Their raison d'être
Soiling our nation 

Appeal to heaven 
May God once more 
Shine His light 
Oh darkened shore

May He lift us from
This hell bound chase
Giving Hope again 
To the human race