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Find Me My Country to Love


This morning I’d thought to myself, ‘I took an oath.’ Then Freddie Mercury’s singing came into play. It came from the back of my mind to the forefront of my day. “Somebody_SOMEBODY_Somebody… Find me Somebody to Love…” The song, “Somebody to Love”, was released in 1976.i As karma would have it, that was the Bicentennial year of the Declaration of Independence, the birth of the United States of America and no more kings.

Oddly enough, I awoke saying, “Find me Somebody_ SOMEBODY_Somebody.”ii Then the words traversed in milliseconds to “Find me Some Country to Love. Find me Some Country to love. Find me Some Country to loooove.” I could hear Freddie Mercury’s voice ringing in my head in place of mine as I stretched and prayed in bed this morning. I heard the piano chords play the music that went with “Somebody to Love”. Only it played to a different refrain, “Find me Some Country to Love”. The line repeated and resonated with me, and the Constitutional Crisis the United States of America is currently in.

There in my mental audience my downed soul envisioned crowds of energy, which filled the imaginary air with love. And my soul said, “Write this.” That’s how I write. There’s a passion from somewhere. That same passion includes all the oaths I’d taken in the past. Because when someone like me takes an oath, it becomes embedded within us, our souls. Quite an intense way of living.

I still stay in shape, as if I were to take a PFT or have some kind of inspection happening at the drop of a dime. I make my bed before heading to the bathroom. The attitude is to the point, that I so fear not being dutiful to the place I work in and the people I work with and for. In saying that, I cannot leave this country. I would like to escape the tragedies of our Constitutional Crisis. Because: “Ooh, each morning I get up I die a little—Can barely stand on my feet…”---iii

As I brush my teeth I “Take a look in the mirror… Lord what’re you doing to me?” Yes, I’m taking the whole damn Constitutional Crisis personally.

Most of us work hard everyday of our lives. “I work ‘till I ache my bones.” I go for a run as I refuse to “…get down on my knees… Ooh somebody (Somebody)…” Find me my Country to Love. I pray and I barely get some relief. ‘Lord. Find me my Country to Love. Find me my Country to Love.’ I must pray at least 100x a day, mostly under my breath, rarely out loud. I’ve always been this intense with prayer too.

As “My hard-earned pay all on my own goes…” home with me.

I refuse to bow to a fake king.

We “just got to get out of this prison cell”.

So, this country can get some reprieve.

We’ll then go after the sycophants of bringing their money to their teeth.

Help me Find my Country to Love.

Democracy just “ain’t gonna face no defeat.”

Stop arresting, calling them detainees with no ‘due process.’

I’m tired of “losing my beat”.iv

Lord, help our democracy get off its knees and back onto its feet.

“Ooh…” Help me find my Country to Love.

You all need to look in the mirror and denounce our 47th commander in chief.

And if the GOP doesn’t get with it,

They’re demised party will eventually be under our feet.

“Ooh somebody. SOMEBODY_Somebody…”

Find me my Country to Love.

Find me my Country to Love.---Jody-Lynn Reicher


i https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Somebody_to_Love_(Queen_song)

ii https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/queen/somebodytolove.html

iii https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SrvO4baXLWI

iv https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Somebody_to_Love_(Queen_song)

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