Human Touch

Written by: Eric Thomas

Liberty is free
For those who take it from me.
Democracy is fair
For those who take my share.
Honesty exists
If the lies are to persist.
As long as they believe,
The truth will not conceive
The vote that you cast.
The wind will break the mast,
System set in stone,
Broken by human tone.
They’ll hand you a crutch,
Instead of Golden touch.
Old guards take the stage,
The notion of bondage
Clearly handed down
To those who have not found
A peace of mind to hold,
A piece to call their own.
Take from me - it’s free,
This thing you call Liberty.