Twenty twenty could be our last time
through the rotation;
“E Pluribus Whatever Crimes,”
the motto of the nation.
To think back how we stole this land
and built it up to rockets.
Our time is but a one-night stand,
small change in cosmos pockets.
And now we’re down to oligarchs
and monoliths in power.
The atmosphere is full of sparks
in gasoline’s last hour.
