Wednesday, November 04, 2020

Lady of the Flame

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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