Americans where is your president


Bells in America lamented
And the birds slowed its flight
A Statue of Liberty all the gray
Sadly for America wanders.

She wanders amid the gloom of night,
Leaving your hateful pedestal
And he asked bitterly and harshly:
Americans where is your president?

Answer, stately ............
Answer, skyscrapers floors
How could you, America is ...
How could you, America? Tell me!

Again on picnics rushing machine,
Broadway lights again dressed.
But you answer right as men:
Americans where is your president?

You raise your torch to the sky,
Speak as a woman and mother,
Pierced the Statue of Liberty,
And curse the freedom to kill!

Americans, what you will be?
Think at least for the moment!
Let your conscience awakens you at night
Americans where is your president? 1964