A Rational Anthem Poem by Sidi Mahtrow

My country, tis of thee,
Sweet land of felony,
Of thee I sing, -
Land where my fathers fried
Young witches and applied
Whips to the Quaker's hide
And made him spring.

My knavish country, thee,
Land where the thief is free,
Thy laws I love;
I love the thieving bills
That tap the people's tills;
I love thy mob whose wills's
All laws above.

Let Federal employees
And rings rob all they please,
The whole year long,
Let office-holders make
Their piles and judges take
Our coin. For Jesus' sake,
Let's all go wrong!

Ambrose Bierce

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Bierce, was born in 1842 and died in 1913, is best known for his Devil's Dictionary, but in his life-time wrote volumes of poems and articles which were published in the California papers of the day. His sarcastic view of the world about him gained him notoriety at the time, and persist today. This poem is taken from a recently published book, ' A vision of doom, poems by Ambrose Bierce'. Donald M. Grant publisher, West Kingston Rhode Island,1980.

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