Dominion

Mine eyes have seen the orgy of the launching of the Sword;

He is searching out the hoardings where the stranger's wealth is stored;

He hath loosed his fateful lightnings, and with woe and death has scored;

His lust is marching on.

I have seen him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps;

They have builded him an altar in the Eastern dews and damps;

I have read his doomful mission by the dim and flaring lamps-

His night is marching on.

I have read his bandit gospel writ in burnished rows of steel:

"As ye deal with my pretensions, so with you my wrath shall deal;

Let the faithless son of Freedom crush the patriot with his heel;

Lo, Greed is marching on!"

In a sordid slime harmonious Greed was born in yonder ditch,

With a longing in his bosom-and for others' goods an itch.

As Christ died to make men holy, let men die to make us rich-

Our god is marching on.

"The Battle Hymn of the Republic, Updated"

Mark Twain, 1901

black gold for silver stars cold hard cash for armored cars the brass ain't fighting

but they're sure as hell taking a stand and they'll have to live with

American blood on their hands

"American Blood" Reckless Kelly, 2008