A CITY UPON A HILL
Shed all of your stars
Show me what is left of you.
If it is worth a single buck
Rest assured, then, I shall be redeeming you.
Define and preach what Freedom means
Without your ammo, red and blue!
It is such a filled-up melting pot
Alluring millions as all fur coat and no knickers
Where only a pistol clangs and tuckers
The mouths bereft of one’s daily bread.
It is a pit where nothing cooks
Where the black rots and the white blooms.
It is a shining city upon a hill
Whereby the marching boots squeak with terror:
That fear which is cast upon any land not clear.
A penny worth million lives, perhaps, could suffice the promised mercy
If the blindfolded glares could only see
The reaper smirking on the mirror.
It is a city upon a hill
Overlooking any acre not worth the guilt
Where any other heaven is a battlefield
If it yields the desired boil.
Take me to that terrestrial paradise
Where the so-called wicked suffers;
Where no rich man beats you black and blue.
If it is worth a buck in my pocket
Then I shall be redeeming you.
