For decades past our land was glory bound.
We strode into our future, free of fears,
But pride and hope and joy have run aground
And fear strides through our dreams for future years.

Illegals cross our shores, on our jobs feed,
As drugs spread rampant through our streets of vice.
We've closed the path for jobs our workers need
And climate change brings storms and melting ice.

Our social,sexual mores have run astray.
We soiled the lands of nature and our God,
And wars for peace abroad abound today.
We're governed by a team in full discord.

As we move onward through these twilight years,
O! Guards of fate, speak now, allay these fears.