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This land of liberty
Plays the harlot
with many lovers.
It has no shame.
No mountain, no stone, no
green tree,
Has not been defiled
by its scattered charms.
Children multiply and increase
but only by infidelity.
Like a wife who cheats
on the husband of her youth,
Lying down with others
without names,
She pulls the covers of
reproach
up to her chin.
And her husband says:
You may yet return to Me.
Jeremiah 3 |