Lady Liberty
Although she holds
The power of freedom
In the palm of her hand
beckoning all to come
She aims her deadly gun
Aims at the face of freedom
And there's nowhere to run
Beckoning death to come.
For freedom is not free
There’s a price to pay
The blood of a generation is in her hands
And I don’t belong to lady liberty.
Copyright © Jaymes Dilaurentis | Year Posted 2017
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