The Independent Nation
Chastised by the beaten land,
Its elastic laws and civil lies.
Burdened by its inept constrictions,
He soon cleaves the judicial ties
And declares his independence;
Brings forth an indoctrination
To change the course of the Manifest.
He stands, an independent nation.
Jurisprudence distributes the rights of all his fellow man,
But the Scales of Justice are exploited to measure gold.
Liberty has been blind and mute for two-hundred years or more;
Her face only shows contempt for the message that She holds.
A torch She waves to dispel the night; the impending judgment
Of the futility of the fugitives She has lured astray.
Her dress, a mangled mass of vesture, cloaks the pale frailty
That hides beneath a gesture that conceals political constrain.
But the State of the Union's
Got him in a constant state of rage.
He believed in the System,
But the System's now estranged.
He began to detach himself
From Babylon's decrepit form.
Baptized with woe in Acheron,
An independent nation was born.
Ab initio, he contained the knowledge of indifference,
Of social regulation and its degradation.
He saw through the misconception of "all men are equal"
And condemned the act of economical segregation.
The Constitution gave the right to the citizens it bound
In a papier-mache cliche filled with words that are silent.
The pen, in good intentions, spewed the poison of rhetoric
In which its captives continue in innocent arrogance.
And the independent nation,
Standing solemnly alone, cries,
With no fortitude or strength
(Only desperation) "Why?".
Legion
27Mar92