For Thee, Sweet land of Liberty

a narrative tale of a once-great Nation

For Thee, Sweet land of Liberty

for thee, sweet land of liberty
Beauty, sweet hope of the world,
lies,
shorn in her continental alley;
hoboes of Our older hopes
lie
strewn across her conservative valleys;
the stains are mixed amidst the folds of her churchly
blushings;
the blood and come-
as-you-will-land-rushing has left her body of Goddess
in a bag, in the milkbox; prices rising.
.
her great, steel grey eyes,
the lime-white teeth grate and rot
with lies
she tries to call it rape,
too late she tries to keep-on brushing
the come from her smile
.
while all the while,
the trees turn Green, Bucks-green,
where the money-lender paints the scene
his eyes lust-purple,
mounting her majesty ---
the travesty
of the broken, sullied virgin, blushing,
to pay the mortgage prices rising.
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