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It wouldn't matter the hem and the haw,
if only the fenceline ran off to the horizon.
For 24 years, it seems, we've watched at
night with rifles in hand for anything suspect
to come out of the woods. At first it was 'Martians'
and 'aliens' - all those silly things of youth and
fantasy, but of late it's become neighbors, 'guests'
from the other side of the woods, or agents and
collectors of the Government which claims this land.
They're the easiest; we'd blast them dead.
-
I'd rather rot in their fetid pens than live like
what they call a 'Freeman'. Reconstituted
servitude, I call it. Causes for this and causes
for that, communal monies thrown into a
military pit. Fake answers, lies and distortions
too. The fiftieth anniversary, I assure you, of
nothing at all. So raise high the flag, you
carpenters; reach the roof with your
sickening pride. The land you're so
proud of is dying. The principles
that made it have died.
It wouldn't matter the hem and the haw,
if only the fenceline ran off to the horizon.
For 24 years, it seems, we've watched at
night with rifles in hand for anything suspect
to come out of the woods. At first it was 'Martians'
and 'aliens' - all those silly things of youth and
fantasy, but of late it's become neighbors, 'guests'
from the other side of the woods, or agents and
collectors of the Government which claims this land.
They're the easiest; we'd blast them dead.
-
I'd rather rot in their fetid pens than live like
what they call a 'Freeman'. Reconstituted
servitude, I call it. Causes for this and causes
for that, communal monies thrown into a
military pit. Fake answers, lies and distortions
too. The fiftieth anniversary, I assure you, of
nothing at all. So raise high the flag, you
carpenters; reach the roof with your
sickening pride. The land you're so
proud of is dying. The principles
that made it have died.
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