The veil is thinning...
Walking past the graveyard...
The Haunts are moving about.
Unsettled by the waxing moon,
Disturbed by vague rumours of goblins.
(It's haunting time in America.)
Quivering in fear,
Children race past with bags full of candy.
The ghosts see them and rise as wraiths.
In terror, the little ones scatter.
It's haunting time in America.
Goons wear masks year round.
They hide their faces because
they're killers.
Kids with parents go door-to-door.
But not if they aren't pale-skinned.
The brown and black kids aren't free
to trick or treat.
The ICE goons will steal them.
(It's haunting time in America.)
When the bad guys wear masks,
and break the law,
It's a peril to move freely,
if you're on the Death List.
When government sanctions murder,
the ruler makes it impossible
to live like before, when the ruler
was here to help.
(It's haunting time in America.)
They're going to show an execution,
to entertain the people.
America is now 3rd world.
A country is whistling past the graveyard.
The ghosts of those slain by ruler's fiat,
will haunt the country forever.
(It's haunting time in America.)
It's haunting time in America
©Ellen Pepper 2026