Find the Blood Inside this Stone

An overpowering race
Torturing the supposed weak
That apparently has no place
Shot out of the falcon’s beak
All because of a simple belief
Altering from the demonic
The Liberty Tree without its last leaf
Eternal suffering seemingly chronic
Steps bring hope to the meek ear
Hoping the liberators have arrived
Will it be faith or fear?
Is this where salvation is derived?
The prison gate receives a weeping snatch
From scarred hands waiting to meet their match