Song Of A Free Born Man

                                                             

       Liberties poet I am,
the one riding out from the depths of history..!
      I write the songs of freedom Sam,
that cherished most precious commodity
      that you keep on extorting.

      My warning is that you are
pushing us way too far,
      assuming that there exist no action that may be taken,
but some among us know who you really are!

     You were really good for most of your time,
but the sin of greed cast you so wrongly about,
     for you moved against your own people, Sam,
you so crassly infringed upon our precious clout..!

     You have purloined our birthright
from both our people and our blessed nation,
     but you shall soon have your dark mid-night,
you'll wince at your negative motivation!

     You have way underestimated us, Sam,
we can see what it is that you do.
      We behold your lie of terrorism,
you are moving to neutralize us who
     only demand our precious constitutional inheritance!

      You are closing the iron fist very slowly, Sam,
like the leaf of a fly trap does on a free fly,
      but the leaf only closes like a dark cage,
so that the poor bug will never struggle....only to starve and die!

    We see your yearly property tax,
levied by those groveling states in your employ,
     who have only sought to purloin our right to own property
and force us to labor for your corporate hags!

    You don't fool us, oh Sam,
we can clearly see that you have lied to us!
   The natives were right when they said
that you spoke with a forked tongue,
    then you stole all of their property that lay under the sun,
even the food from the table upon which they fed!