Ode To Liberty. Poem by Scott Forster

Her most high. Lady Liberty
such bountiful gifts you have bestowed
nature granted me such powers, such rights
you will not take them without fight
I was born graced with liberty
Yet tyrants bind me into slavery
And act like no one wishes to be free
The Censory blanket suffocating stifling
The candle to burn
To keep all we dare not speak
from the slow creep
The flag not carried by the weak
If you will not follow
Then I advise keep wearing your chains
May mercy find you in the hours of pains.
Truth be told I had wished for more
Than to look on distraught at the weak willed bend knee lower
Will they not comprehend
Is the will of man so quick to bend
Are we so far fallen
I despair for this world so deeply
I carry this sadness discretly
How poor in spirit we are to suffer as such
My friends do we distrust our brothers this much?
Time will tell.
Good intentions path the road to hell.