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By Poet Htebazile Rronk I dwell in a cave, Where madmen say I'm free, And Christ’s blood is sold so much The quart. Land of the free. Home of the easily led: I no longer roam Green fields Where men extend their hands To other hands, And fatherless boys Are hoisted into The light. Deafness is epidemic. Human hearts are Bagged and tagged By the politicians, Tossed to dogs Who live in splendor. Land of the free, Indeed. I rage. I rage against usurers And bleeders. I rage against the blatant lie. I rage Against the smooth tongued, Manufactured men Who oil Me with spit From their flapping gums. I will not compromise. I will not bow. I will, through my own blood, Swim against the Tide of vipers Who dare To steal my country, My beloved country: Home of the free. Land of the easily led. Where Christ’s blood is sold So much the quart. Htebazile Rronk |