"the country of my home
where strong winds once had blown,
where have you gone, my america?
where does your flag fly now?

yes, i know,
where the opium grows,
where the oil flows.

but here at home?
you have taken your own
to die in a foreign land alone
without the comfort of home.
without your stripes and stars to adorn.

to die,
for the riches of the few,
for the bitches of the pew,
for let freedom ring
and you shall be king."

~ marijka ~