I love America
But sometimes I hate the U.S.A.
How do you spin,
Two party system;Our United States,
Couldn’t give better delegates?
And I despise all of the
Your distractions, weapons. Change;
not an endless hunt for newer things.
When Patriotism Trumps
And we Masquerade our Liberty
Confined in an invisible pillory,
And you accrue,
While we make do,
At this point, if you are asking me,
Then yes, I would prefer shared misery
To your “equal opportunity.”
“Rise, like lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number!
Shake your chains to earth, like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you:
Ye are many—they are few!”