America, you have the weird
pot-smoking ones, those with a beard.
They wear the swastika with pride
take their own boneheads for a ride.
It is an illness you must fight
inalienable is your right.
As with the devil you debate
you know what makes your country great.
Star-spangled banner on your blouse
and keeping clean the nation's house.
And do ignore the envy's frown
don't let them pull this poppy down.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem