Liberty is the Death of Me

I was granted freedom of speech That I may express my grievances against the Flag Without fear of imprisonment or suppression, So that my voice may not be a wallflower but omnipotent By this same rope given to me I am hanged, Silenced by those who define “speech,” Explicitly telling me exactly what it is That I am allowed to say, what it is That I want to say I was granted freedom of religion That I may no longer worship in shadows, That daylight’s redeeming rays might once again Grace the cover of my dog-eared Bible and My Crucifix may be worn without the stab of persecution That was before Man became godless. The name of the one who created light, The very name invoked by our Fathers in pursuit of independence, Is being torn out of our great mandate- Stitch by stitch, letter by letter Until Man himself is divine I was granted a ruling body By the people, For the people It is now “to the people:” The Suits do not govern with us or for us; Such a notion impedes their individual advancement, Hampers their jaundiced intentions The Flag that stood rigid with Justice and Democracy Now lies limp in my arms, as I count the days Until my last few freedoms too are turned against me They’re coming for me