American Lament
My country tis' of thee, why do you strip me of my liberties? I woke up today shivering, in the cold winter of moral poverty. My heart beats hot, a red- blooded Americana takes hold, A country frozen in imperial reddish fear, Angry without courtesy. Heresy vermillion , is the new currency, fealty to your leaders, In a country founded on the antithesis A forgotten legacy. Land where your father's morality died, Land without your mother's rights, Land of the pilgrim's rose -colored folly, Where we hate each other through liturgy, And where we protect our rights to bigotry. My respect stripped by people who claim, To know a crimson God intimately. A Calvinist's dream dressed up, In her costume of scarlet modernity.
