Ellie Mae

Ellie Mae
Beautiful Ellie Mae

Freddie, the French Bulldog

Freddie, the French Bulldog
Lazing on a sunny afternoon

The artist

The artist
Ollie Mac

Ollie and Annie

Ollie and Annie
Azorean grandmother

Acrylics and watercolors

Acrylics and watercolors
Cannabis and sunflowers

Papa and Ollie Mac

Papa and Ollie Mac
Priorities, Baby

Acrylics and watercolors

Acrylics and watercolors
Hollyhocks

Mahlon Masling Blue

Mahlon Masling Blue
My friend and brother.

Mark's E-mail address

bellspringsmark@gmail.com

Saturday, October 8, 2016

My Fractured Country, Thee

Sung to the tune of "My Country, Tis of Thee," or "America."

My Fractured Country, Thee

My country, ’tis of thee,
Cold land of poverty, your pain I see.
Land where my fathers died,
Land of foul genocide,
From every ghetto street,
Freedom retreats.

My fractured country, thee,
Land of the wealthy, thy name I flee.
I loved thy rocks and hills,
Until the industry filled,
My heart and my soul, with revulsion.

Let music fade away,
And drag from all the trees, the last wood deck.
Let billionaires rule all,
Let Donald Trump take all,
Let rocks their silence break, And down we fall.

Our fathers now are gone,
Authors of liberty-
I’m glad they’re gone.
Imagine how horrified they’d be
Should they awake and see

Fifty million in poverty

Someone save their souls…

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