American Boy

He was a good kid, loved America,
Strawberry Pop-tarts, apple pie.
Baseball on summer afternoons,
Good American boy.

He was a good soldier, saved another’s life,
Played by the rules, never said no.
Never mind what he did, he obeyed orders
Good American boy.

April 15, nineteen hundred and ninety five
A blast breaks the Oklahoma sky
America watches in horror and amazement
Somebody has to die.

He’s a monster, cold, unhuman, dead
Of another species, what’s in his head
Stony-eyed, emotionless, killer of children’s joys
Good American boy

Fry him, fry him, fry him, fry him, he’s the one
Forget John Doe, government implication
Ax man, governmental toy
Good American boy