O, the hand of God!
So swift and beautiful
O, the hand of God!
So incarnate and invisible
Maker, mover and shaker of bulls and bears
Of the free-market,
Capitalistic in Your glory
O, say can you see
By the dawn’s early light?
What so proudly we hailed
At the twilight’s last gleaming?
O, the splendor of Rome!
So alone in power—one nation under God
O, the splendor of Rome!
So stretched and “blessed”
Destroyed by barbarians
Savages!
Uncultured extremists
Haters of colonialism
You spread too far, Rome
You cancer.
You octopus.
Sucking down everything in your path to manufacture bigger tentacles
Compensating
My tentacles are bigger than yours!
we say
Because God helps those who help themselves
we hear
when in Rome…
Jesus Christ!
Whose broad stripes and bright stars
Through the perilous fight
O’er the ramparts we watched
Were so gallantly streaming.
We’re all scared now.
Take action!
Americans don’t flea; we fight!
Jump! Rise! Fly to your feet to destroy the infidels!
Wipe them out
Replace them with Americans
Finish him, finish him: do him in.
Sucks to your asthma, Islam.
The first commandment in the Bible:
Be fruitful and multiply,
America.
America! America!
May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness
And every gain divine
O, Consumerism!
We don’t microwave it ‘till you order it
O, Consumerism!
Poison in the veins of the body of Christ.
The pressure—building dumping stoning
Where have you gone Ted Haggard?
This nation turns its lonely eyes on you.
Scared of terrorism.
Terrified of America.
I hear a burning Bush telling me not to understand what I do.
For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do.
Where is the stability of the industrial eighties?
Floating in the atmosphere for Gore to clean up
Where is the peace of the naughty nineties?
In the tabloids with a president who balanced the checkbook then was impeached for being a bad example
America! America!
God shed her grace on thee.
Quiet now. Quiet down.
No more freneticism.
Everything is simple.
Milk and cookies and
Narnia is read aloud
And we fall asleep under a big blanket of blue.
It is warm and safe in here.
When we are asleep.
Will America still exist in seven years?
What about seventy times seven?
Not the way it does now
If a president who murders people in Iraq for murdering people in Iraq is left to break the Geneva conventions, unchecked (in the name of Christ?!)
by our refusal to pay taxes,
we could end this
by being active members of our own lives, by doing anything but watching the news,
seeing the horror,
and eating dinner
And the rocket’s red glare
The bombs bursting in air
Gave proof of the fright
That our flag was
Tentacles.
This is the way America ends,
This is the way America ends,
This is the way America ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
Oh say, does that star spangled banner yet wave?
O’er the land of the free, and the home of
the saved.
the slave.
the knave.
And the brave
