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Earth

The reigning monarchs hammered Earth
decided since my time of birth.
Ne'er so ~ the country stood its girth
in deprivation's underskirt!

Not owning, as the lien's turf
was solely living as reserve
that all beneath was seized by nerve
and I now walk on grass conserve!

There be it all ~ the Earth owns Earth 
and I in question , only worth
that risk of time called latent serve,
so late of rhyme, I now observe ~

Defenseless, but of God deserve
my being's rights ~ not laws that curve!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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