There is a Shadowland America,
That I am trapped within
Hanging in Limbo between Life and Death,
Between Hating my Country
And Hating Myself.
If it were possible to only pledge Allegiance
to what this Nation was supposed to be
instead of what it now is
Then that is where my loyalty would lay.
And now my life’s work consists of righting the Wrongs and wars we have waged, both against others and ourselves.
There are broken hearts, America,
those of your sons and daughters, America,
who swore an oath to defend and to serve,
never knowing that some we trusted would have the nerve, to lead us to our needless deaths by the thousands America,
bleeding us dry America,
until the petrol we pump now consists of both pricey oil and priceless blood,
until the crimes we committed in the names of Justice and Liberty revealed us for tyrants, and not saints,
until we come home in mental body bags if not physical ones, America.
There is a refuse-land America,
Where you discard us all,
with a smile and a handshake.
We weep for you America,
Because your pitiful ignorance is such a hard spell to break.