The Ugly American Game Poem by Ima Ryma

The Ugly American Game



We the People of U.S.A.
Mostly plebian pawns now be.
Queen liberty has lost her way.
Kings of the Hill rule corruptly,
Sending the knights and rooks to war,
Letting rich bishops preach tax free.
Pawn pieces broken more and more,
Fooled by a false democracy.
Truth be under constant attack
By lies through media to spin.
Never ending white versus black.
Innocent lose and guilty win.

Chessboard nation of fear and hate.
Worst foes be ourselves - checkmate!

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