Liberty

It’s more than a march on the capital, It shines a light on all that gray It lives and breathes and makes all things possible In short, it paves for us the way. Now, what is “it” you ask? Well, let me give you a small point of contrast. Our forefathers set out to create a nation, They wished to destroy the Pain of another man’s creation. So, they fought the fight, held through the night, And finally earned their sought after rights. What they didn’t know was that the worst was yet to come. They thought they had won, but the pain had only begun. Through the years, brothers and sisters from all different places Toiled and struggled with problems of judgment. This “freedom” was half-baked and oozing with grudges. Grudges that would leave footprints too large to cover But hope was not lost, The people wouldn’t let the winter cover it with frost. They’d take their rights, though not easily But the fact is, they ended it victoriously So, if you’re still wondering what “it” is, Ask your friends, neighbors, and colleagues, Your uncles, aunts, daddies, and mommies. This is what they’ll tell you, “It” is Liberty.