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
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