My love has died today

She passed in a terrible way

Her death was slow and her fight was strong

But now I must write her this requiem song

To sing on her funeral day.

She was born in the age of reason

Conceived in an act of treason

She raised the torch high in her battle-scarred hand

As she fought to shed light on a desolate land

All bleak in its mid-winter season.

But soon the spring was upon her

And her peers all bestowed her with honor

As her rolling hills blossomed with industrial flowers

And her cities were spotted with sky-scraping towers

Her reach now extended beyond her.

She made friends in the strangest of places

And they conquered the Killer of Races

The weak sought her refuge and she took in them all

She was a friend of the poor and a saint to the small

But alas, every saint has two faces.

And soon when the summer was near

She gazed at her Comrades in fear

It seemed that their harshness demanded defense

And she quickly let greed replace common sense

By selling the Truth she held dear.

Now her Spirit is owned by another

The corporate executive brother

He convinced her there wasn't a reason to worry

While the rest of the world was lost in a flurry

Unaware was the one of the other.

In the autumn she picked up her sword

That she once had thought blessed by the Lord

But now it was hers to take what she wanted

She boasted and bragged and brazenly flaunted

As she slaughtered the terrified hoard.

Now the leaves are crimson and red

The victims have suffered and bled

And as she surveys all the damage she's done

She can't stop the cancer whose growth has begun

With eyes saddened she lowers her head

America died today

She passed in a terrible way

Her death was slow and her fight was strong

But now we must sing her this requiem song

On this, her funeral day.