Travel Report

giant fields green with soldiers
cultivated like a micro wheat

proud rivers flow steady but red
in blood of innocence and greed

vast villages filled with widows
where little girls await the dead

blue users wear stars in white
white lines mixes up with red

night skies glorious and brightly lit
no stars here but white crosses blinking

real opinions scrutinized and opposed
major freedom observed and shrinking

a ventriloquist dummy leader
shows us all into early graves

I give you the land of dope and fury
and the home of master and slaves