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land of...

Land of the sheep
home of the slave
pardon me while I salute
the last patriots grave
they told me it was a lie
and they told me I shouldnt even try
but maybe if I did maybe I could have died
thank God they cant see it
what we voted in to pass
we legislated morality
and sold ourselves to slavery
now they have tied the eagle
and there is no one to save us now
the ones with money won the wars
and the ones with money have the power
and thats not you and I my friend
because money was the root of evil
or so they said
and competition and drive was laid to rest
and no longer were we the best
the best of us were laid to rest
and thank God they cant see us like this
who will save us now
they've tied the eagle
and knotted the rope
theyve busted the anchors
and united the globe
there are no dreams left in this land
but theres alot of waste
and who will save us now from this desolate place.

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Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

ladydanie’s Poems (23)

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