Tree of Freedom

There is a stately tree that stands proudly in the park. Every day another chip is taken from its protective bark. Days goes by, weeks, months, even years, As the sound of the axe falls on closed, deafened ears. Til one day the stately tree topples to the ground, Its mighty thud is heard for miles and miles around. As the people gather 'round, wondering why it fell, There is a whisper in the breeze, a story it must tell. "The tree, majestically it stood, so mighty and so tall, Its value and its worth, for granted, taken by one and all. People never noticed as it was chipped away, As each tiny chip was taken day after day. Not until the tree could no longer stand, Have the people noticed its value, just how grand." Like the stately tree that is chipped away, Our rights and our freedoms, we're losing every day. The government swings the axe as we pay no mind, Each tiny chip taken, while we remain blind. As the axe hits its mark, LISTEN to the sound, SEE the chips fly and fall to the ground. Now fast forward this, multiplied, ahead, The math is very simple to do in one's head. Are we going to wait until fallen is the tree, Or are we going to save it, all for you and me? It's time to take the axe from the abusive hand. "People take back control! LET FREEDOM STAND!" Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly ©2013-07-14 All rights reserved.