My nation could still operate;
When I would have become aggrieved
If any said it wasn't great;
When I considered it our due
To be exceptional; when I
Thought we were better-run than you
And that I knew the reasons why.
I was a child then; but now
I find my understanding grows:
I don't believe I should kowtow
To one who still believes he knows
Our country is somehow well-led:
We have a hundred thousand dead.
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