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By Stephen A. Cooper
My country, ’tis of Thee,
Troubled land of shooting sprees,
Of Thee I sing;
Land where 20 Sandy Hook children died,
Land where they tried to kill gay pride,
From ev’ry mountain side, high caliber bullets fly,
When will it end?
My native country Thee,
Land of the AR-15;
You love glocks and (other) semi-automatic thrills,
Thy Bushmasters and Desert Eagles kill;
Breaking hearts with eternal chill,
When will it end?
Let gun control quell this disease,
And ring from all states please,
Sweet freedom’s song;
Let all voters (still alive) awake;
Let new mental health checks and waiting periods partake;
Let military-style weapons be banned,
The death they cause is wrong.
Our families’ cry to Thee,
These guns cause misery,
To Thee we sing.
It’s long since our land was bright,
With common sense laws, things could be right,
Protect us with Thy electoral might,
Guns are not our King.
Stephen Cooper
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this broadside of the national anthem can stand along with the new pledge of allegiance i wrote in July, 2013
when the revelations of rampant spying, both domestic and foreign, by NSA and other agencies of our government came to light:
I pledge allegiance under duress to the Surveillance State of America, and to the security agencies that increasingly control our Nation, under fear, divided by economics, with liberty and justice for those who can afford to buy it.