The Kingdom

I was stranded in the hospital ward again

if they pick you up this is where you'll meet your end

when the bombs went off they moved the capitol north

you better be enlisted, you ought to be conscripted to fight the sino war

it would not be for baltimore,

that I would die for

it wouldn't be for country

or castle or keep but me

there's no way to win a shadow war

when every radical you stab excites a hundred more

there's a place, the rust belt, I've heard it's free

it was hardest hit, we were busy fighting the wrong enemy

I found an abandoned factory

on the edges of a lake

it seems they made bread there

and it smelled of pies and cake

I slept on bags of rye and yeast

I wandered through the fields

of honey clover, dead machines, and wheat