No wonderful amber waves of grain
reside under all those polluted skies
Just fields and fields of pain
right beside an unending stream of lies
Instead of mountains full of majesty
the roads are filled with grime
Every day I hear of tragedy
while mega supercenters destroy every skyline
They ask why they are hated, since they are so good
but do you really even have to ask?
Though they speak of love and brotherhood
everyone sees through the transparent mask
America, if your god truly does love only thee
Then I'll say this - your god's not for me!
