The day that civil glory dismembered my civility I could
have parted ribs and flesh like a kind of red sea /
drowned the ancient east in western progress, custom &
least of all our pride and sentiments which turned out
to be the closest thing to a fashion trend that's ever
been put on trial / the rest was cast off as denial of
statehood and mastery; the ultimate form of treason
is the treacherous use of reason employed by bastard sons
of American forefathers who keep this fire burning with
the flesh of their would-be American daughters / what
will happen to our children when the least of us pass
on? us who fought the monsters of this city's crowded
closet, us who dropped the bombs on goodness when we
saw it wasn't flawless, us whose youthful life was hostage
to what harm did, us who fought the hardest to be swept
under the carpet / and i'm still a cigarette softly
smoking on the edge of a metal ashtray / I begged this
place to let me burn and it whispered burn away