A favored nation
Favors fabrications
Cursing education
Finding consolation
In gilt abominations
For some a patriot’s paradise
Yet not for others
Nor their kids or mothers
Host to invisible lice
Sorting souls with loaded dice
Weaving from air to lungs to blood
Taking our lives
The ones we no longer get to live
Yet we retain the right to scream
Kicking at the coffins in our dreams