I love thou not, o land of high hypocrisy,
My country of the totalitarian democracy!
I’d rather not hear thy people’s speech
Or behold thy men’s disgraceful binge!
I love thou not! If thou be a chariot,
Old steeds are pulling you, the coach’s name’s Iscariot.
He leads the steeds into the deep abyss,
His visage shines with cunning, gleeful bliss.
You’re so repulsive! Thy mentality
In fact is a perfect den of iniquity.
The people of yours disfigure all the face of the Earth,
You’re nothing, but a piece of mud and dirt!