Land Of The Free. Poem by Adam Hollingsworth

Bow down to the one you pay taxes to.
Worship the faceless deity we call
Government.
The soulless thief,
Swift as the night.
A lying serpent,
That takes freedom for life.

The stench of the Marxist
Chokes me till I cough.
They crept up by a veil of ignorance,
In a land were everyone is created equal,
…Just some more than others.

They brainwash you to believe in
The land of the free, and
The home of the brave.
Unfair taxing, for pity where we see fit.
Loss of state rights, to a system with no face.
But ignorance is bliss,
If that’s all it takes, for us to feel safe.

The fourth amendment has lost its rights,
And censorship has speech wrapped up tight.
The war on drugs is a good idea,
But not if its first casualty is the bill of rights.
Though liberty has lost all that it feels,
The hope for freedom is still in sight.