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A poem to celebrate America's courage.

Health's Bells (With apologies to Edgar Allan Poe)

Hear the tolling of the bells--
Glory's Bells!
What loud affronts to rampant greed Her joyful chime compels!
When Health's bill passed late that night,
Healthcare joined Man's affirmed rights;
Water, air and health more justly, jointly owned.
This truth that spreads and floats,
From Greed's once own temple's throat,
Makes Mammon groan.

And the people--gluttonous people--
They that dwell up in the steeple,
Now more Alone.
They who wasted eons preaching,
In that muffled monotone,
That the Yankee right to conquer's
Based on God's great love of lucre,
These dark priests, now sweet America's dethroned.

Citizens! Hear justice tolling!
To Old Glory's pride, this flag, to all bestowed.
In Greed's tower? not slave nor freeman--
They are now not "Blue" nor "Red" man--
They are Ghouls:
And their King these dark lies told;

But life now rolls, rolls,rolls
In the laughter of our Lady's healthcare bells!
And the common knowledge swells;
That Liberty has always strained, to freely sooth Her people's pain.
For two hundred years She loudly rang her bells!
The people's right perception, now it dances and it yells;

And every time, time, time,
That the Prince of Lies did rhyme,
That Her sanctity required
For Wall Street's Knights to all aspire,
To rob Her poor sick people to the bone.
Now every time, time, time,
That they told this ghoulish rhyme,
Will form grave grade-school reflections on their crime.

Blessings, and God bless America!