Quatrain of American Freedom
Freedom - exempt from external control
1.
I was born a reasoning adult,
headed for a fortuitous
fate,
But somewhere along the way
my mind became evil
bait.
I lost the meaning of liberty,
the will to avoid political foul
play,
I whined like a child and hoped
you would lead the
way.
2.
You conferred on me, juvenile
definitions to explain future
hope,
You believed heaven could be
achieved, if I was led with a
rope.
You confiscated all my money,
I was forced to pay a social
toll,
And now that I am old old,
you asked that I die without a
soul!
Yorktown Disciple
2003
Order # 1144
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