the land of the me and home of the slave


bullprayer2

We long to be free,
alone in our cave.
We buy what we see,
consume what we crave.
We rule with such greed,
our fear cannot save.
We live as the weeds
that thrive on the grave.
…in the land of the me
and home of the slave.

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5 Responses

  1. Tell me that’s not a Golden Bull? and just where is this homage to the faithless located, pray tell?

    maybe your poem gives me a not-so-subtle clue? 😉

    <B

  2. Bronze? – Cheapskates! 😉

    Is that guy on the right KISSING it?

    <B

  3. Yes, Blove there is a giant bronze bull in the middle of Wall Street, NY. You can see it in more than one movie. (seen ‘Hitch’? Rather noticeable cameo in that one.)

    Ric your poem … can I say ‘damn’? ‘Cause that’s what comes to mind. wow.

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