Self Evident

Self Evident, ani difranco
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yes,
us people are just poems
we're 90% metaphor
with a leanness of meaning...
on the day that america
fell to its knees
after strutting around for a century
without saying thank you
or please
and the shock was subsonic
and the smoke was deafening ...
and there's ash on our shoes
and there's ash in our hair...
cuz take away our playstations
and we are a third world nation...
under the thumb of some blue blood royal son
here's to our last drink of fossil fuels
let us vow to get off of this sauce...
cuz when one lone phone rang
in two thousand and one
at ten after nine
on nine one one
which is the number we all called
when that lone phone rang right off the wall
right off our desk and down the long hall
down the long stairs
in a building so tall
that the whole world turned
just to watch it fall