For cocktail independence, I am not
a lush—and nor am I a sucker for
an armchair easy freedom; patriots
seem overrated party guests these days
and, introverted as I am, I lack
the energy to smile and wave my flag.
“Now shoot me if you must, this old grey head,
but spare your country’s bloody flag,” she said.
But what’s it mean ‘to spare’ when fervent wag
pride’s banners of a puppylove that smacks
of warfare fighting perilous? So raze
my privileged passport – my compatriots
are too uncounted; but I love you more,
America, than all these wars you’ve fought.
I love you more, America, than all these wars you’ve fought.
I love you more, America, than all these wars you’ve fought.
"Every genuinely religious person is a heretic, and therefore a revolutionary" -- GBShaw
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