Death of Liberty

June 2009

Dying doves biting olive branches 

lay beneath lady liberty                                                                                                                             

as she suffocates from the hangman’s noose                                                                                               

pulled tight by the high society cowards  

who hide behind red white and blue collared girls                                                                                                    

and boys who continue to die for shallow words                                                                                  

scribbled by slave owning politicians                                                                                                  

who also signed treaties with a vanishing race                                                                                          

of ‘savages’ before forcing them along                                                                                           

blood and tear soaked trails.                                                                                     

Treaties set to last as long as the grass shall grow

but were as shallow

as the documents

our founding fathers forged

and we still bleed for

in biblical lands

as those cowards tighten the noose

and lady liberty gasps for air.

Treaties broken like

the hearts of young widows

in tears with folded flags

weeping more for their fatherless

sons and daughters.

Now lady liberty lays

on life support

and will remain there for a while

because of her

‘right to life’

granted by her uncle

who has no issue sending

other nieces and nephews

to dance with death

and to kill distant cousins

with skin of a different hue

and their funeral pyres are kindled

with what’s left of the constitution

as businessmen cast lots

for more fruits

of working class labor

and the resources

and slave labor

of foreign lands

which they say society demands

but our blood is too high a price

and their blood is too high a price

we cannot allow our uncle

to keep pillaging the human race

for all its worth

but he does.

And as lady liberty lays

motionless in the ICU

uncle sam reaches for the plug

and lady liberty begins

to follow the dying doves

with their olive branches

to the fires of hell

for the blood

that they watched spill.

So with liberty gone

death is all I can hope for

as I look up

at the skies above Babylon

to see a hawk

awaiting its next meal.

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel.
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