Champagne Rivers

“Give me your tired; your poor” she said

Her pants engulfed in flames

Her eyes, they seemed so genuine

And her robe disguised her shame

She once had such open arms

Her gaze fixed upon the sea

But the copper they used to make her

Has turned dollar bill green

And if the fences aren’t tall enough

We’re equipped to build a wall

And if that doesn’t stop the floodgates

I guess we’ll have to kill them all.

Greetings from paradise; it’s even better than TV

A picture postcard the likes you’ve never seen

With champagne rivers and gold paved streets

And so many pretty people with nothing underneath

The winds of change have stopped blowing

And now the real storm has settled in

All that’s left now is the acid rain

And our sense of entitlement

And if we don’t squander our inheritance

Before we’re overtaken with disease

We may face the reckoning we’ve earned

By building this machine

Every motive has externalities

Like every creature has its flaws

And I heard the last cries of defiance

As she was clenching down her jaws