What the Americans care about is money
But this they call God

They worship it profusely
Don’t see that others find this odd

Blessed are the rich, they say
Inverting the words of Christ

Their billionaire President
And his Atlantic City dice

I’ve resisted this throughout my life
But, of course, I’ve failed and failed

Now I’m on the outside
Though no friend to go my bail

The greed is in my family
Nearly all Americans I’ve ever known

I love and need connection
But now I live alone.