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...TO - (3) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 44. ALLAH-AL-RAKIB by EDWIN ARNOLD PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 72, 73, 74, 75. AWWAL, AKHIR, THAHIR, BATIN by EDWIN ARNOLD PERSISTENCY OF POETRY by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE NEW CRUSADE by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE STEALING OF THE MARE; AN ARABIC EPIC OF THE TENTH CENTURY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |