I am the American Devil

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I am the American devil:
the barbarian,
the war-monger,
the self-serving capitalist,
the spoiled libertine,
the hypocrite

Dressed in comfortable clothes
made in terrible sweat-shops
from Indonesia to Thailand to China,
I feast on imperialism

And yet, yet, yet,
I am a truly minor devil:
sick, drug-addicted and
living below our "poverty line"

Now, the folks on the hill,
driving their shiny new BMWs
and donating their millions
to buy us another Vietnam:
they,
as they'll smoothly assure you,
are good, simple, charitable
"Christian folk"

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