Hey man,
Where you been?
And what’s up
With that sign?
You say Obama’s
A socialist?
Shit, I thought
He was from Chicago.
Man, I don’t know
Where you get your info,
But if I’m a red
For wanting folks
To see a doctor
Without going broke,
For desiring
A cleaner, greener scene,
For wishing our boys
And girls back from Iraq,
And school for them
When they get home,
Then, hell yeah, I’m red,
Red as central Oklahoma dirt,
Dirt that clung to Woody’s boots
When he sang (they
Called him red, too)
“This Land is Your Land.”
So it is.
And mine,
My red brother,
My sweet sister so rose.
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