Can this be stolen?

anniversary. april. awakening





Cry, dead republic, ash cosmetic on edifice,


You boil but do not regard it,


You sing unaware of the still air,





Cry, Justice, to the victims amassed,


Behind you in chains are your skeletons,


Crawling over lines old drawn,


Rising to consume the castle, the garden,





These huddled masses teem not from distant shores,


But rancid ghetto, shanty town, and gutter,


From spoilt suburban combat zones, sober,





Cast unto the foot soldiers with a prayer for victory,


There go the elitists' blessings, the good dreams,


And do "righteous" hearts dare squirm at this?





Exhausted Liberty shakes off these primitive critics,


She stands reborn as the queen of Subjective,


But a weapon now to mow down the unlearned,





Cry, Justice, to the victims amassed,


Fire does not die, but waits silently,


You are anxious what your blows may trigger,


You fear these animals; you build stronger cages.





from "Godspeck Exhibitions" (c) 2000 by Charles E. Moon

Can this be stolen?
Really enjoyed the write but, was the question about your work being stolen? If so and if you're worried about it, just do a "poor mans" copyright. I save 10 works at a time then mail them to myself and keep the envelope sealed in my file cabinet (listing on the outside, what I have on the inside. It's a cheap way of doing it but, it also holds up in court...)








All the Best, Shad @)~%26gt;~





{Look forward to more of your works...}
Reply:Thats too long for me to read, sorry....kinda in a rush.

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