I’m glad to be an American.
I feel selfishly serene.
But having serenity in my identity
(and I’m not being snide)
Should not be mistaken for pride.
Yes, I’m glad to be an American,
But please don’t call me proud.
I cringe when others say
“God bless the U. S. A”
In voices much too loud.
It would amaze me that God would abide
Such arrogance implied,
While we employ our lethal forces
To stake claim to the Earth’s resources.
We “fight for freedom,” that’s our test,
Freedom to consume, pollute
and foul Earth’s nest,
Then shout and bray that we’re the best,
For we are they that God has blessed.
Oh, those peoples starving, displaced, diseased,
It’s clear: toward them, God is displeased.
But if it’s God’s will for us to do,
We’ll bomb, maim and kill them too.
If any believe this is all idiotic,
They just hate America and are unpatriotic.