America

The land in which we live,

The land for which we fight,

The land in which they love,

The land in which we die.

The wars they seem to start

Or the wars they seem to cause

Should all be deemed worth it in the end

because "their cause is ours."

But, I dont see them fighting

Or dieing any day

But yet they'll scrutinize one of us

Should we do the same

Throw off your nice suits

Abhor your silk tie

Pick up an AK-47

And fight your own damn fight

Don't you dare to call me brave

For fighting in a war you start

When you yourself is a coward

With your nice, fancy cars.

The land in which we live

The land in which we fight

The land that we should love

Won't be the one, in which I die.