This Country’s In Its Death Throes

I think I’ll keep this one brief, but here’s an apposite song for this morning.  This Country’s In Its Death Throes is a song I wrote a couple of years ago. It probably wouldn’t wise to specify the actual country that it was written about, and I think one of the most interesting things is that it has felt fitting at times to a wide number of places I’ve lived in. It could be Malaysia after the 1MDB scandal, Vietnam after Formosa, Britain after Brexit, or Egypt after its currency collapse.

But this morning, it’s about America.

THIS COUNTRY’S IN ITS DEATH THROES

VERSE 1

Why doesn’t anyone look up to see?

We’re sailing into bad territory

Why doesn’t anyone move to act?

Now the gates of doom have cracked

A newborn, stillborn sun burns black

On golden-girded cities sacked

And the wild beasts clamber up and crow

This country’s in its death throes

CHORUS

Raise your head, raise your consciousness

Raise the questions that were left unsaid

Why doesn’t anyone seem to know?

This country’s in . . . its death throes

VERSE 2

Why doesn’t anyone look up to see?

The blade descending on our liberty

Why doesn’t anyone move to act?

Obliviously under attack

Is there no one else who mourns?

Old ways and faces no longer worn

And a country of such beauty brought so low

This country’s in its death throes

CHORUS

Raise your head, raise your consciousness

Raise the questions that were left unsaid

Why doesn’t anyone seem to know?

This country’s in . . . its death throes

VERSE 3

And so the wicked few look down to see

A vault full of dirty money

Corruption crowns its upstart kings

In chains and shades and jewelled rings

The gold you called the spoils of war

Enrich yourself, leave the people poor

Each and every petty tyrant knows

This country’s in its death throes

CHORUS

Raise your head, raise your consciousness

Raise the questions that were left unsaid

Why doesn’t anyone seem to know?

This country’s in . . . its death throes

OUTRO

Why?

Doesn’t anyone look up to see?

Why?

A blade descending on out liberty?

Why?

Doesn’t anyone seem to know?

Why?

A country in its death throes

Why?

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This Country’s In Its Death Throes