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In God we trust: it is so written.
The writing goes onto every silver dollar.
The fact: God is the great One who made us all.
We is you and me and all of us
in the United States of America.
And trusting God means we give ourselves,
all of ourselves, the whole United States of America,
to God, the great One.
Yes … perhaps … is that so?
The Silent litany of the workmen goes on –
Speed, speed, we are the makers of speed.
We make the flying, crying motors,
Clutches, brakes, and axles,
Gears, ignitions, accelerators,
Spokes and springs and shock absorbers.
The silent litany of the workmen goes on –
Speed, speed, we are the makers of speed;
Axles, clutches, levers, shovels,
We make the signals and lay the way –
Speed, speed.
The trees come down to our tools.
We carve the wood to the wanted shape.
The whining propeller’s song in the sky,
The steady drone of the overland truck,
Comes from our hands; us; the makers of speed.
Speed: the turbines crossing the Big Pond,
Every nut and bolt, every bar and screw,
Every fitted and whirling shaft,
They came from us, the makers,
Us, who know how,
Us, the high designers and the automatic feeders,
Us, with heads,
Us, with hands,
Us, on the long haul, the short flight,
We are the makers; lay the blame on us –
The makers of speed. |
