A RATIONAL ANTHEM My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of felony, Of thee I sing-- Land where my father's fried Young witches and applied Whips to the Quaker's hide And made him spring. My knavish country, thee, Land where the thief is free, Thy laws I love; I love they thieving bills That tap the people's tills; I love thy mob whose will's All laws above. Let Federal employees And rings rob all they please, The whole year long. Let office-holders make Their piles and judges rake Our coin. For Jesus' sake Let's all go wrong! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SPIRIT AND THE CUP by A. E. ANDERSON THE UNIVERSAL MOTHER by SABINE BARING-GOULD THANKSGIVING - 1937 by JOSIE CRAIG BERRY NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 23 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 24 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |