Patriotic songs seem odd to me today
somebody somewhere said that beauty
is skin deep, but ugly goes to the core
America, America, God repoed his grace
dethroned our good and declared us
the dishonored home for homely souls
Heartless in the heartland besieged
by muggy summer rain and heat
no brotherhood crown in the hood
I was not there in Wichita, but I have
to wonder what the hell happened.
Isn’t that that part of the fruited plains?
In a busy C-store a woman lay
bleeding from a stabbing wound
and rather than calling for help
Someone used their camera phone
to take her picture, stepped on to pay
for beer and then left… I don’t get it
We proclaim godly values, but imitate
the holy men that pass by on the other side
instead of Americans we need Samaritans
Some folks in central Texas beat and kill
a passenger from an automobile altercation
and a hate crime victim dives to his death
We hold these truths to be self evident that
all people are created, but not treated equal
in a country where freedoms are only falsies
We dress in red, white and blue to promenade
in a pageant of self proclaimed pretty people,
but bulges rip the seams of our spangled gown
Even thick concealer cannot cover our blemishes
we look like clowns instead of crowned by God
beauty queens and spokes models for the world
I am not attracted to the image in this mirror
I have to question if maybe it is time to create
Extreme Makeover, the country edition |