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.