Dedicated to the Ugly American, Mrs. A. Brokenrightwing

(as introduced to us in the wonderful hub of Immartin)

Hey! You up there sitting on that perch!

     You seem so comfy sitting there,

          Like a vulture sitting there ready to lurch,

               On the carcass of some dead hare.

If you were a real American,

     You wouldn’t be so proud,

          If you understood how it all began,

               You’d be hiding ‘neath a shroud.

You’d know that this great legacy,

     Is based on freedom for all,

          And we, who live in the USA,

               Are a small part of the whole.

For America is far too vast,

     And steeped in cultures deep,

          Containing those of every cast,

               And type that man can reap.

From the deep, white snows of Canada,

     To the pampas wet with rain,

          The children of America,

               Each struggle, sweat, and strain.

The opinions vary far and wide,

     From left to right and south to north,

          As to which is the one and very best side,

               Or the way we should go forth.

There may never be a solution,

     As to who is right or wrong,

          Independent resolution,

               Is the core of Freedom’s Song.

So, be careful sitting on that perch,

     Cause perches often crumble,

          Who knows, no one may even search,

               For one who’s oh so humble.

The hate you sow is the hate you reap,

     If you’d read the Bible you’d know that,

          The love you give is the love you keep,

               Virtually all religions teach that!