Letter from Korea

O Dad, what are you doing with my land

While I am here where barren soil is red

Lighting the lamp of hope in this dark strand,

Rekindling fires of liberty long dead.

America, the Eden of the earth!

Oh, keep her clean and strong and firm in right.

When I return to her, I want rebirth

Where peaceful horsemen ride the steeds of light.

Last night it seemed I saw the Goddess weep,

Reaching her arms to you beseechingly,

And to the other fathers there asleep

All drunken with the wine of apathy.

O Dad, it seemed I heard within my dream

The clang of chains above the Eagle's scream.