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Beautifully adorned, her garments shoned,
high and round mountains, majestic peeks
Vegetation covering her treasures, hidden
from the lust of men…men who exploited her
innocence…an innocence long cared for
Oh Lady, how beautiful were your garments,
…untarnished by strangers hands. Their
smiles luring you into false promises.
False promises and dreams and lures, soon
clashing, causing broken hearts to fear. Fear of
those who swiftly came with broken promises.
Your love was pure, shone clear, clear
without the blood that flowed and stained
…your lovely garments. Your valleys filled
with trails of tears.
Laying in fields of lilies, eyes closed as tears
poured down, down…soaking your blood
stained garments, down into your soul.
These strangers, from foreign lands, many of deceit,
lacked the spirit of the buffalo…now Liberty, my dear
Lady, stand proud of your native land.
Proudly she still stands with freedom and equality
...come one come all, stand by her side, protect
her from which she has bleed and nearly died
…cleanse her garments, cherish her beauty,
enjoy the fruits she bears. For it is this
Lady that offers unity and strength no other endures.
by: LesPruitt Aug 22, 2015 8:48pm
edited: 8/24 10:09am
Note: inspired while watching America's historical war chronicles
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