Liberty's Tale
I have heard of a legend, the tale of the great
Of a great land’s mother, who shall forever liberate.
You.
Your arms were open, your arms were free,
As all the helpless came to thee.
They wept on your shoulders and told you their dreams,
The ones that were sewn at the seams.
But,
As warm autumns fade into cold winter nights
Your wide open arms profusely closed up tight.
How we yearned for your shelter, of great hopes and great love,
Your condescending eyes, peered down from above
Yet,
I know of the good, that lies deep within
The pockets of truth, of the liberty built in-
To your glorious mountains, and clear water seas
And the bright golden valleys, that sing over light breeze.
So,
That all your thoughts and cruel intentions slowly rust,
All your immoral accords becoming just.
But that’s only a tale I shall forever keep,
As I hear every night, the refused who cry in their sleep.
Fin.