Expatriate
Step across oceans through
air, until landed in the foreign lair
Closed circuit, distanced
from civilization everywhere
Break the seal into Land
anew, discover the stranger’s view
Crossroads so ancient, the
new of shifting foundations and danger
Slammed realization,
reality could be imprisoned hell
Restless non-conformity
searching for a place to dwell
Destruction of tradition a
holy act of freedom
Eradication of religion
the greatest act of blessed sedition
Damned world with fear the
prehistoric lingering desire
Nowhere the bastion of
reason for liberty to aspire
Swimming in Galt’s tears
as Man pathetically prays
No answer, so feel safe in
stupid guise and mental suicide
Collectivists on the march
delusional that government is the arch
Blinded by Plato’s
pretense, don’t notice socialism is the evil half
Liberty so nearly claimed through The Constitution must
remain alone
Expatriate everywhere as
That Land remains in Mind until Man atones
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