Requiem for the American Creed
Summary
Flaws are built into the american creed,
To flaunt our vices as prizes,
A country as proud as a prize-winning steed.
Where people come, of all shapes and sizes,
To chase a golden goose.
Where soldiers deploy for capital greed
To come home to a noose.
Do I pay my rent or let my kids feed?
A requiem for the American creed.
Do I stand or do I kneel?
A memory of a long-forgotten dream.