on moral excellence
corruption lay stinking in pools
of look at me all pretty
polished in lies of
freedom from terror
new england cold gone to the hearts
of care not
fare thee well
profitability
borders locked and sealed
like prison courtyards
rights gone to sand of forefathers rolled in graves
and brave souls
are shot down
dixie chick style
boycot the sorry lot
who stand for peace
who speak unpopular truth
who cross our plans
of mayhem and black gold
put your money where your war is
and sacrifice the few to save your backyard
from inconvenience
and call it righteous.