200,000 dead in America.

I saw my country

Like a spider sucking blood from insect

Dried up shriveled insect

Nothing more to give.

200,000 dead in America.

Cling to god but

Could god’s colossal arms shelter us from disease and war?

Or does he remain absent as before

On his seat of judgement

Saving only those that pray the hardest

While the meek and mild perish

And the supposed flock stays remaining garish.

200,000 dead in America.

Where is your god now if he loves all?

And where was he before as disease and war

Marched down the hall

Where was god when this country’s king said,

Standing tall —

“No worries should befall

Protections are not needed

Science lies. Worship Jesus.

All you need is to believe

Pray it away, drink some bleach.”

200,000 dead in America…

But the flu is worse?