Austerity
It’s killing you
It’s killing me
All our families
Why can’t you see
That our money
Is made from trees
With no accountability
It has no value, you see
Except by use of what we need
Services for you and me
Like a Federal Job Guarantee
Would fill our lives with clarity
Doctors, farmers, charities
People who pave our streets
Jobs to help America, land of the free
So we stop worrying about our needs
Money is free
When we create our own currency
The inability to believe
quite simply
That we can’t go broke
Just shows the treachery
Our Congress uses
To manipulate our society
Because of our lack of lucidity
Our tenacity to be happy
Has turned into vanity
Instead of unity
It’s when we use that free currency
For the benefit
Of the people in need
That our society
In all its diversity
Becomes what we dreamt it could be