Workers of the broken backed America
Unabomb and Wilseyville around our frailties
We, held accountable to visions
Of plantations and white paper perfection
White slavery forces allies to war
In bare-lit backrooms
With frantic marimba of flesh
Steel knives warhorses around bespoken tact
Share a long drink
Bloody hell of shaggy riders at rest
Redoubtable in the dead derision of faint nations
While smited in their knavery
The papal procession in white fine prostration
Finally, afore God the wars ignite lovers
To further hectic thought
Of the mesh of battered wives