Cosmopolite

If you live in Iraq you die.
If you live in Darfur you die.
If you live in America you thrive
With hot water, lights and comfort

The rich build bombs to kill the wicked
And kill the innocent instead.
The poor scratch the dirt
For one more day of misery.

The rich wallow in hubris
Smug in their morality of death
For those they choose to call
The evil enemies of freedom.

The rich spend billions and billions
Upon their machines of death
No limit will they allow to shunt
There baneful freedom crusade.

The rich march across the earth
For dreams of freedom and worth
Giving nary a care for those who
Suffer in starvation and disease.

Hail to the noble king of freedom
Cheers for the liberator of oppression
A prize of peace to the leader so firm
God bless American- the good.