I
This thorny throne
Who tears all purple,
Whose red hot Iron
Crown, hath burnt
All princely brows
This vast Earth,
By Seas, Mounts, deserts,
Hot and cold and straits
Most dire,
Separated was from
The sinful World,
Who her hath birthed
To shelter from
Sin and tyranny.
This house of
Orphans, this harbor
Of shipwrecks, who
A Wind most blessèd,
Hither them hath swept to give,
New birth to Liberty
And to Man,
Long expired in shackles,
No better than his beasts of burden.
Those mountains, which on either side,
Reach up as pillars,
To hold this blessed
Firmament.
These plains, as vast courtyards atwixt,
Were made for happy men,
To prosper in unfearing
Independence.
The rivers wide and long,
Highways by God alone were made,
To bind them all in
Fraternity eternal.
These shores benign and mild,
Who all goodness is Flown to and fro;
This America.
II
This America,
Is now sold, to
The corruptors of the Earth,
Theives of mothers' wombs,
Who steal e'en the very
Limbs of their poor
Subjects.
These malignent, torpid
Emperors, who won't
Dignify their servants
By wearing crowns.
These abysmal, bloated
Suite-and-tied toads,
These honey-bears,
Who feed on produce
And producer alike.
To them bow, worship,
Protection, abeyance is paid,
These enemies of Nature
And of her God,
Who so hate Him
That made them,
That all His Laws they
Utterly abhore.
Right, Law, Land and kinship,
All ought be destroyed
So the world be made
Anew in their image.
So all fields be rendered
Infertile, all rivers poison,
All men eunuchs, all
Women horrid scepters.
All prayers carried,
But in their name,
In the name of
The Party, the Chairman,
And the Little Red Book.
III
This America,
Not most sinful,
Best in virtues, works,
Stands now blamed, without
Defender, friend, poet,
For blood spilled
By her guilty, her
Innocents alike.
All is upended
Truth, jutice and
Her own way,
Decried, denounced
Recanting through her
Grinding, grating teeth.
Her blessed fathers,
Jefferson, Lincoln,
Godly Washington,
Their very names
Banished, by these
Heathen devout of
The Void and its cold
Constellations, stars,
These shamans without
Gods, who fear names, fuels,
Things innumerable,
Not of the spirit.
So fearful they are,
Left and right trembling,
That the giants who built,
That which they can't,
Shall stir at their graves
Noble, rising at their names
Uttered in reverence.
To wreak vengeance on
The plunderers of
Their legacy, estate
Of Liberty to
All of God's children
Who speak freely, with tongues
Untied, truth that they hate.
Not men, heartless fools,
Made us free, not men
Shall enslave us 'gainst
Our own wills, but God
Almighty He is
Author sole of our
Liberty, alone
He is her great
Protector and Lord.
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