Where Is The Land That I Own Without Money Poem by Rod Cox

Where is the land that I own without money?

Soon I will die and my body will rot
And my children will pay for my costly plot
And the world will not cry, not a single spot
While the taxman and banker will quickly jot
Down the end of my cashflow into their pot
And mortgage my kids for all that they've got.

Where is the land that I own without money?
What are my rights as a man - have I any?
Where can I lay down my head that is mine?
Where is the land for my grave in my time?

Half naked Hunters, not yet progressed
Once shared their food in the whole tribes' caress
Now the hunters are ranked in a Field Marshall's mess,
And the lame eat in soup kitchens rich Bishops bless.
Oh some feed the world, but others have less
So WHEN, my lord god, can we have some redress?

Grant me a land that is mine without money!
Human Rights grant me - not very many!
Grant me hard work and a bed that is mine!
Peace round my land and my hearth in my time!

But there isn't a god, so there isn't a law
That says some can't have less and others have more
Usurious Merchants and Liars who make war
Can keep what they hustle and steal out the door.
Our Statutes and Charters are not for the poor
But the rules by which Bankers can rip us off more

There is no land I can own without money
There are no birthrights for me - no not any
To eat I have mortgaged the bed that was mine
I'm tired and I long for my grave; now it's time.
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Envoi - Youth
If there ain't no god, Dad, and ain't no justice;
Why should we live in this State, it's disgustin'
Justice and freedom for equals is missin'
We need some hard deeds and we ain't just dissin'
It's payback for Bankers with interest, no fussin'
Our only Bonus is livin' - now suss it:

HERE is the land that I own without money
These are my strengths as a Man - We are many
Here's where I lay down my head and it's mine
THIS is our land and NOW is our time
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(Bernie Sanders, Corbyn brave,
Tell the MAN we're not his slave.
Save us from despair and death,
So we can live our every breath.)

We can't liberate us 'til we've freed Palestine
We can't liberate us 'til we've freed Palestine)

Written at a time of greed, in a place under siege.