In the Absence of Strength

wish i had the strength to lift a corner of this sweet-sweet land shake out all these jugular biting fire ants send them into the cold and salty depths these disgruntled -ungrateful chronic complainers clawing and crying for more while giving less..less suckling dry the breast of our sweet lady liberty.. then spitting milky opportunity and the honey of success back into her weary-starry eyes.. wish i had the strength to lift a corner of this sweet- sweet land