An American March

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Where are the marchers and where did the go?

A song of silence for the strong of will.

It is unfortunate how many pills

The whole lot has been made to swallow.

And I take them too when I’m feeling blue.

But the blues is what I sing.

So when we are done,

With the trivial ones.

Let us all sing a different song

And let it be a march in double time

With all those old jazzy rhymes.