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Psalm 9/11: The Angry American
- for Toby Keith
[It helps to first read the lyrics to his song, Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue (The Angry American).]
The Angry American
is at times Quiet
as when contemplating coups,
seldom bloodless.
He is often also Ugly
perpetrating his divinely sanctioned will
on the not-so-noble savages
who live on top of his oil
or other national interests.
He is righteous
only in the eyes of other imperialists.
He truly believes he is Mr. Smith
in Washington
embodying Jefferson’s ideals
in a fallen world
that needs a healthy dose of
ass-kicking Christian Realism
to straighten out the threats
by cornering the demon evildoers
in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ,
launching a Christian Jihad before His return.
The Angry American
is the patriotic son
whose lineage is blood
from his fathers who defended or assaulted
world order and despots
who spoke of gooks and nips
and sombrero-toting spics
in a world begging to be tamed
by Lady Liberty.
His revered Secretary of Defense
pensively seeks causes for this age of terror
in Bob Woodward’s book Bush at War,
but in truth,
the junta cannot face
its unpatriotic, truth-telling
mirror, mirror on the wall
full of venom, righteousness and condemnation.
And when Woodward scribbled his last lines
we see your Anger—American—
much clearer than even you
since your soul cries out
the words of the CIA and Special Forces men
who buried a piece of the World Trade Center
in the Afghan wilderness
during their memorial in the February after 9/11:
saying “We will export death and destruction
to the four corners of the earth
in defense of our great nation.”
But death and destruction are never satisfied
and since neither are the eyes of men
you Angry American
will forever spread your sick brand of freedom
for you will never
ever
cease to see enemies.
And the never sung verse four
of your “Star-Spangled Banner”
is a testament your blindness:
O thus be it ever when free-men shall stand
Between their loved home and the war's desolation;
Blest with victory and peace, may the heaven-rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: “In God is our trust!”
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
Copyright 2004
Stephen Buckley
8.10.04
"Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue (The Angry American)" by Toby Keith
American Girls and American Guys
We'll always stand up and salute
We'll always recognize
When we see Ole Glory Flying
There's a lot of men dead
So we can sleep in peace at night
When we lay down our head
My daddy served in the army
Where he lost his right eye
But he flew a flag out in our yard
Till the day that he died
He wanted my mother, my brother, my sister and me
To grow up and live happy
In the land of the free.
Now this nation that I love
Has fallen under attack
A mighty sucker punch came flying in
From somewhere in the back
Soon as we could see clearly
Through our big black eye
Man, we lit up your world
Like the 4th of July
Hey Uncle Sam
Put your name at the top of his list
And the Statue of Liberty
Started shaking her fist
And the eagle will fly
And there's gonna be hell
When you hear Mother Freedom
Start ringing her bell
And it'll feel like the whole wide world is raining down on you
Ahhh Brought to you Courtesy of the Red White and Blue
Ohhh Justice will be served
And the battle will rage
This big dog will fight
When you rattle his cage
And you'll be sorry that you messed with
The U.S. of A.
'Cause we'll put a boot in your ass
It's the American way
Put your name at the top of his list
And the Statue of Liberty
Started shaking her fist
And the eagle will fly
And there's gonna be hell
When you hear Mother Freedom
Start ringing her bell
And it'll feel like the whole wide world is raining down on you
Brought to you Courtesy of the Red White and Blue
Uhhh Ohhh
Of the Red, White and Blue
Ohhh Ohh Oh
Of My Red, White and Blue
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