Land of the Free

Oh, Land of the Free You have presumptuously deemed yourself the mouthpiece and policy maker Of the world How overconfident How impudent Who makes you... Oh, King of impertinence Regulators of the human race... The monarch of the agitated sea Who are you to dictate MY household’s wishes? As with the Roman Empire, your greed and moral deficiency IS your destruction Your sins are hidden behind plaster, ramshackle, and termite-infested walls You sit on your throne of deprecated morality You twist your neck and roil your head in an idiomatic cistern of ethics Oh, how those merchants whom seek shelter under your fiscal confidence... Will wail and rip their outer garments, as they witness your great Collapse Nevertheless, just like men whom seeks the warmth of a harlot’s bosom They will easily turn their face to the next woman of ill-gotten gains