I see the USA a desolate wasteland

Bare stretches of plundered earth

Unbroken by trees

Drab browns and greys

Inhabited by scavengers

Two-legged or more

Squabbling over carcasses

Slaughtering out differences

With beak, bullets, or brawn

The last bald eagle

Perched indifferently

On the churning arm

Of an oil well.

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