Rubbing America the Wrong Way

You may have noticed, I do not see,
Your supposed dominion, over me.
You claim Suzerainty.
Quite bluntly, I disagree.

I am not a knave
Nor a son of slave.
My Land’s called Free,
And the Home of the Brave.

They paid in blood to start this place,
To gain that gift called liberty
And it would be to my disgrace
To let you steal it brazenly.

You claim your virtue outranks mine,
But I have a right to be wrong.
Without the “errant right” you see,
Our freedom is naught but a song.

Oh say does that star-spangled banner,
Yet wave, Over the Land of the Free?
It does while her son’s still rush to defend
Her birthright of sweet liberty.

- f'man Bocera