To America-

You've taken my dreams away America

and pawned them on the streets of Manhattan

laid them blatantly across the hungry belly

of young and skinny whores

from Puerto Rico, and played god

when our children died in Baghdad...

Where are you going America, my dreams

and my insanity? Won't you cry

for Vietnam, and buy flowers for the dead?

Walk hunchbacked in the memory

of all those men you've killed

around the world, and kneel down

to their children and say you're sorry?

You've taken away my dreams America

and soon you'd be walking alone

talking to yourself like your insanity