In God We Trust

America the beautiful
Sublime but pitiful
Run by paper
Print more is our caper
It’s soul is green
Evidence all over the scene
Sacrifices of blood
Drug through the mud
For freedom they say
Inside lust for more play
We must be at ease
Our flesh we must please
We want more Uncle Sam
We follow like a lamb
Don’t let us have pain
Or we voted in vain
You say one billion…
Or even a trillion.
No matter the costs
It’s only our children’s loss
You must console
Take another poll
Do what it will take
For your own sake

We must remain the Superpower
Ah America, but it is your last hour
Your god you have trusted
Your pleasure have you lusted
Now it may be too late
Your worth has little weight
Based on nothing but words
To gold flock the herds
It was what we trusted
It was what we lusted
Now it’s time to pay
No more we can say
What is this god we trust?
It’s printed on the paper we lust

1/12/09
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