7/19/2016


We ring Liberty’s silver bell.

They sink deeper into Hell.

Freedom’s here in overdose,

While their blood is ink for forgotten prose.

Our lives are paraded, celebrated.

Their deaths are coldly stated, faded.

We pray for this; we pray for that.

They die in pain; they die in vain.

“For freedom!” we cry.

“We’re forsaken!” they die.

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