Freedom's Price

A country weakened by Her leader’s folly Enabling the evil one to garner support His false yet boasting beliefs in morality, Lead a nation to choose unwisely, unknowing. A weak beginning soon fueled by terror Fear used as a weapon of control Her sons and daughters fall down shaking, caring not Only to hear that terror is reigned In their doing so, all is forsaken For the evil one will take from Her soul Each day our freedoms slipping from us Yet few cry out to stop the pillage Her beacon shining from the river Grows pale from wounds that bleed For what once stood for freedom Now deserts those most in need Cry for all that has been lost Weep for those who have been harmed For eight long years his evil triumphs Her righteous silent as he spins his lies Those few who see the truth speak out Hoping to enlighten those that are blind Risking all to break the fear of silence As Liberty dies with each stroke of the pen