The eagle that is american pride
Her talons do bring certain death
Have a care when choosing a side
Or you just may be on final breath
This raptor never bleeds for the right reason
Like the horror being waged in Dafur
Yet for oil this bird spews American treason
Trading out profit for the lives of the poor
Surely the  creator must have been napping
Letting technology kick through the door
All will soon learn resisting is nothing
Splitting the atom made U.S. god of war
So run little sheep as fast as you can
Cause the eagle she has taken flight
Bringing red ruin to the world on command
Out of darkness and into gun sight
Seeds of discontent only grow if you let them
This affront none will ever achieve
For this Harpy's Master none other than him
Open your eyes and hear the world grieve.     Hy