When Liberty lies bleeding
And the politicians laugh
Its poets who must rescue her
Or write her epitaph.
When Liberty lay naked, scorned
Upon the cobblestones
I gave my coat to be her robe
And brought her to my home
More dead than alive she seemed
I gave her tea to drink
She shivered at the memory
Of how low some people sink.
"My people once were proud and free"
She shook her head in shame.
"But lately they submit like slaves
To politician's games"
"The State invades your privacy-
You mutely give assent.
What would Patrick Henry say
opposed to such offense? ."
"My treasury is plundered
By thieves the Banksters sent.
As we sink deeper into debt
Our Dollar's worth three cents."
"We borrow billions every day
To fight a faceless foe
Engaged in a "forever" war
As my strength erodes"
When Liberty lies bleeding
And the politicians laugh
Its poets who must rescue her
Or write her epitaph.
Fabulous! I love your continous patterns and this certainly gives a wonderful and much-needed message.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sad that she is left so abused to be given humble sanctuary with the bleeding poets, who at length must write pretty dirges for her. I like it. Excellently put; unfortunately it is only too true.