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Death of Freedom

(Nonet) The heart of the eagle fills with grief as she flies over our nation and sees the death of freedom. Her tears fall over all America, land of tyranny, no longer of the free. June 16, 2013

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Poet Tacito

Date: 6/16/2013 6:16:00 PM

Such harsh reality & truth to these lines. Very strong piece.

Holly Smith
Date: 6/17/2013 8:25:00 AM

Thank you kindly, Drake, for taking the time to review this piece. Yes, it is harsh reality, for sure. Love Holly:)

Kim Merryman

Date: 6/16/2013 12:43:00 PM

I love the first line. This is a wonderful write, tragic yet truthful. Love, Kim

Holly Smith
Date: 6/16/2013 5:44:00 PM

Thanks so much, Kim. It is very sad about the nation's condition. Much Love, Holly

Edward Orozco

Date: 6/16/2013 8:34:00 AM

It scares me to realize this poem true. Our freedom slowly gets taken away and most stand idly by. Great write!! A warm welcome to poetry soup!- yours truly Edward

Holly Smith
Date: 6/16/2013 5:41:00 PM

Thank you, Edward. Yes, I guess some people may still be asleep to it all. Very tragic. Thanks again! Love, Holly