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Pete… and That’s America

Pete… and That’s America*

In noise, in the clamor,
In mine, on a farm,
Pete’s hands aren’t young anymore:
For sixty years, they work for the Dollar.
Somewhere, far away, in Illinois,
A tombstone stands
And an empty casket awaits
For Pete to arrive from afar.

• Lyrics by M.Rupčić, song by Azra, translation, and comics by author. Unfortunately, there’s no rendition of this song publicly available.

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