A Poetess's Patriotic Plea
~ My Plea~
Without my liberty, oh God,what is there?
Just staring into controlled, fetid air?
Where lies make me utterly stone-cold frozen,
I cannot move unless I am chosen?
A walking corpse, if there be such a thing.
Muzzled face, with a gold nose ring!
"Animal Farm" come to life!
Don't speak, you'll cause so much strife!
The beginning of our very end!
All nations so darn fearful of one rule to bend.
This is far more hurtful than any war.
Our stand for our liberty, we foreswore.
Freedom of assembly, what is that?
With our Constitution, shredded, on the floor,in our flats.
God now locked behind unlawfully shut doors?
In the name of health, more than a bore.
Good Americans take down your flags.
You have surrendered and now live in CoVid land?
Take it back, I beg you, our future is in our hands.
Don't let it wash away in socialistic sands!
God Bless America!
~ Land That I Love~
April 17, 2020
3:30pm PST
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2020
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