Our little fascist problem in America keeps The rich up but the poor down like the mother who weeps That her children only mattered until they were born Like when the soldier mattered until he got shattered Then after that got little but a little fascist scorn Our little fascist problem will never go away Until the rest of us wake up and fight back someday The right thinks they are right for they have been wrong so long Everyone forgets they are because they are so strong And though we shatter still we matter so now this is how With all the money in the world they think they can win Nor will the poor fight back they think but let us begin Who struggle day and night to fight this wrong make this right Not that way of yesterday but by tomorrow's light And though they may forget today let us remember now The more they forgot us the more they brought together The poor who remember love before fearful weather Of November who we are reclaim our dignity As American as anyone with liberty And justice not for some of us but all humanity Our little fascist problem in America got Bigger when we looked away then but now we are not We got discouraged and they got their way for awhile All the money in the world their anger and their bile But by surprise we rise to win: America again +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXIII