Chrysalis Torn Ii
Pompous are the powerful from lofty height.
Far below and hid from sight, the masses quake.
A doe dazed, sheep grazed, much downtrodden fright,
lift head and heart for you, He’ll not forsake.
The wealth of hearth and home, love, honesty,
Within each grasp, if courage can but rise,
Gifted all, despite place in mortal hierarchy.
Rein the rabid wolf, with God’s law it vies.
Remove the blinders from your down turned eyes.
Raise your chin proudly to your own true Lord,
find heart and try, for freedom is the prize.
Arise, be bold, and cut the bloody cord.
Emerge to face the dawn, chrysalis torn,
lift from the cross of tyranny reborn.
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