I loathe this evil country,
and hate its wicked ways
I loathe the vile foreigners,
who shower it with praise
I spit on its rainbow flag,
and stomp on its black fist,
I curse its servants in drag,
and its lies which persist
I glare at its gods of vice
their lips thick and skin charred
we shouldn’t have paid the price
that left our country marred
I detest Obese sweating
in its sugary gloom
I abhor their panting
and sweets they consume
I pray it is defeated
and that I live to see
my true country's flame relit
from sea to shining sea
