America America, America, both beloved and behated, In a state of thoughtless liberty , Seeking meaning through boredom abated In a land of triviality. America, America, why such jingoism? You live for instant gratification, Yet Seem to prefer asceticism To relaxation. America, America, which direction are we headed? My heart marred with contusions, Consequences of deeply embedded Destructive illusions. America, America, I am through with you, I am no longer your subject, As I bid you adieu I found my own republic.