Last Night Of The American Republic Poem by John F. McCullagh

Somewhere a woman’s keening’
Crying piteously,
It’s coming from the harbor.
Her name is Liberty.

When charity is extorted
No charity will be found.
When government controls us all
We have no common ground

America is a failing state
towards communism drifting.
Several masters, many slaves
and no one in the middle.

We’re sorry Ben, we couldn’t keep
the Republic that you gave us.
With backroom steals and crony deals
The democrats enslaved us.

Somewhere a woman’s keening’
Crying piteously’
It’s coming from the harbor.
Her name is Liberty.