RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN DEMOCRACY
Lady of the Flame
The gift of liberty cannot be taken
Without blood and mourning
She holds her head high
She reaches for the heavens
Because she has sacrificed
That and those she holds dear
For whom she now cries
The lady of the flame is fearful
She has seen and lost too much
She has watched the blood of patriots
Feed the fuels of tyranny
She has been the subject of a tyrant’s praise
Her proud demeanor compromised
Her dignity and grace besmirched
By hateful hurtful lies
She has traveled through the ages
Leading many a march of freedom
Only to be led astray
She will not hide her head in shame
She will rise and rise again
She will light the way
In the end she will win
Our beautiful lady of liberty
May her flame never die
She will outlive this travesty
She will endure the great lie
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