Seeds Planted In a Dark Past
america the beautiful
land of the damned and free
free will to choose hell
free country
choose freely
heaven is free
free verse
free of obscenities
not truly free
not truly damned
i am the federal government
i am america
i am not beautiful
i am shackled to the past
my scars remain on my back
do not touch me
i have not been made perfected
the snake strikes the eagle
the black eagles are not fed
will their heads ever turn bald and white
concord from the past
make thunder with your wing flap
shoot lighting with your blink
cause rain fall
do not stop flying until the land is flooded
until the snakes all drowned
then feed your young and multiply on pure ground
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