Ambrosia

America, thy prospers are sublime.
Why wish for the fall of this good country?
Why fight and rebel against its great God?
I can pour Ambrosia into my cup,
Cold, smooth, sweetened with Piña - Colada 
Tartened by fruits of Greek Cherry Yogurt. 
A Klondike Bar makes its dregs chocolate.
America, thy prosperity is 
Like nectar. Why dost thou throw it away 
On untruths? Why dost thou wish to make man 
A god? Every man a judge of beauty?
Why dost thou say ugliness is beauty?
Why dost thou make wealth a judge of what's truth?
We shan't fall to fascism if we will
Rediscover that this Ambrosia came 
From blessings of Jehovah Provider.