America pledged a sugar coated liberty
To sweeten such bitter remorse.
Yet her heart burned by trepidity
When she hid her wounds with words.
She sang a twisted song,
Her lyrics laced with dread
Becuase no sooner could a river flow
Than would she sing a song mislead,
Her children listened to the lullaby,
To which the lyrics tasted honey sweet
And from the blanket their hopes had fabricated
Their hearts were warmed complete.
Then the dreamy tune haded,
The nightmare shown beneath.
As the tears trickled from Ms. Liberty's eyes
They heard each ballad's hidden grief.
With an ache they watched
Their country hang from the string of lies;
The ones they'd so obediently sang,
Though discovered to despise.