Hardened slavers place
Servitude around your neck.
Freedom has a price.

President Eden
Promises you, America,
A slow, painful death.

Dead trees, deader ground.
The only green to be found
Protected by nuts.

The Deathclaw death squad,
Lurking in old alleyways,
Horns dripping with blood.

Support your country.
Or, at least, what's left of it.
The Enclave is here.

Orange and red kisses
Upon the gently charred corpse.
Blessed flamethrower.

Up in his spire,
A recluse. Old, forgotten.
How the mighty fall.