Cries Of Liberty Poem by Tiffany Saxon

From politics to humanities tricks,
out cries continues to pour in
on a candles wick.
bringing upcoming havoc
to the new generation
known as Rick,
Connie, Nick, patrick and Vick.
too young to understand
that devastation and complication
is on the rise
in the masterminds mind.
Always seeking with not a care
to whom one can compromise.
leading the weak to the blind.
Leaving valuable measurements behind.
no matter what the weight,
form, length nor size.
for green is the color
of americans hopes and dreams.
causing treachery and deceit
which runs into the river of greed.
leaving visuals of beauty alone
for it is never what it seems.
Circling around a lighted torch
sets ablaze of driveby's
being witnessed by figures
standing amazed and afraid
on their porch.
Clearless rings falls from the cheeks of the skies.
in remembrance of hearing
abondoned babies cries.
Knowing the facts of the crackheads
lows and highs.
One comes to the reality
that the sirens of death never dies.
Making timelines cross
in the midst of history.
seeing the fame of change is no mystery
sitting aside doing nothing
is our greatest misery.
staring in the eyes
seeing the
Cries of Liberty.