Land Of PoetsA Poem by Robert LunaJust something that came to me after thinking about the idea of patriotism and exactly what that means to me.In the land of the free There is no rhyme, no reason Just a constant state of seeking As they surround us with drugs, guns, thugs and thieves, a constant state of being deceived Spouting propaganda, "Be all you can be and breathe easy" Sweet words Being spoken Through these prison bars known as life Some how they lose their meaning Choking down the polluted air I am forced to consume watching as they draw another chalk line One more young victim laid to rest What a waste My head too congested with thoughts so I forgot to breathe laying beaten and bleeding But every scar tells a story the words remain unspoken provoking change to a current state of Idiocracy It seems it’s them always mocking me Them mocking we, The enlighten We who choose to be FREE We who speak out against the hypocrisy We who walk in the land of poets Pens in hand and words in your souls On the ready to write about the evil that plagues the human ego Hand me the key and set me free Take off this blindfold so I can see exactly who I am supposed to be Lifting my pen in protest Letting my voice be heard to rattle the chains of oppression As they question my loyalty But ask me Ask me if I care As I bare my fist and grit my teeth Picking myself up off this ground and found They don’t know the first thing but you don’t know that until they take the first swing Soapbox Soliciting in the name of free speech But I don’t dare preach Being marked as an enemy of the state Freedom has its price So go ahead, try the door it doesn’t matter anymore because you can sense what has been lost you can sense what’s at stake Here in the land of the free There is no rhyme, no reason Just a constant state of seeking Circumstances and last chances I’ve already said too much but I tell something else I love this country I love this nation and all of its population So ask me Ask me if I care © 2008 Robert LunaAuthor's Note
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18 Reviews Added on September 2, 2008 Last Updated on September 2, 2008 AuthorRobert LunaSomewhere between here and thereAboutMy name is Robert. I write therefore I feel I am. My words come from my heart, soul, and mind. I write what I feel and see, life is my inspiration. Life itself is art in its purest form. There is noth.. more..Writing
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