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.