We trample, gouge, and blast; The people leave the land; The land flows to the sea. Fine men and women die, The fine old houses fall, The fine old trees come down: Highway and shopping mall Still guarantee the right And liberty to be A peaceful murderer, A murderous worshipper, A slender glutton, or A healthy whore. Forgiving No enemy, forgiven By none, we live the death Of liberty, become What we have feared to be.
