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rock-a-bye republic

by jack-jenkins

hush little country dont choke on your name the syllables glitter with manifest light sweet land of promise of profit of fame rock in the dark with your hand on the knife america cradle of yes and of no mother of pilgrims and markets and chains you tuck us in soft with a red white glow while history hums through the walls in its veins innocent child with a star on your brow singing of freedom from sea line to sea who taught your mouth how to sanctify now what your hands buried beneath the oak tree hush now dont startle the dreamers awake they built you from scripture and stock and decree cross in one fist and the flag for its sake washing their palms in performative plea they say it was never the sermon or law never the silence that fattened the throne never the fear dressed in righteous faux awe only a few who have sinned on their own but under the floorboards the old stories creak cotton and contract and blood in the sand justice is not just the dead who still speak the living are reaching with unbandaged hand black bodies orbit the myth like a sun pulled by a gravity heavy with blame you call it progress when nothing is done but rename the wound and retire the shame america buyer of bright little things consumer of sorrow you package and sell you polish your rifles and call them your wings you market the heaven youre building from hell rock little nation rock slow in the chair feel how the past keeps a weight in your chest pride is a hymn but it thickens the air when sung over graves you refuse to confess guilty and glowing and certain and scared blind in the blaze of your self made design you swear you were chosen appointed prepared while washing your hands in a fountain of brine hush now the cradle is splintered with truth it carries the child and the tyrant alike inside you the preacher the cop and the youth inside you the wound and the will to indict sleep if you can with the anthem half sung dream of a kingdom that never was clean morning is coming relentless and young and justice is louder than any machine
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Mar 3
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