If ever one nation were two, then we.
If ever man loved his **** friends, thee;
If ever this empire’s fall began,
It shall fall faster with thee, worthless man.
Despair in the streets as thy henchman stands,
Saluting tyranny with bloodied hands.
Thy greed is such that leaves our nature bruised,
In this waltz thou called Earth to, She refused.
Thy hate is such thou canst no way repay
The families destroyed, lives cast away.
But while we live, let our love persevere
That soon thou live no more, and we shall cheer.
I originally wrote a parody of Anne Bradstreet's "To My Dear and Loving Husband" about a more realistic perspective on marriage in the 17th century. But it soon became something else. It was clear to me where all the anger I was channeling came from.
