Quatrain of Freedoms Lost
Freedom - a concept no longer taught,
Let me take your independence,
chop it down like a tree and
roll it up in a
log,
Let me ship it down a river and
sell it at the mill for the cost
of a sausage
dog.
The brush of freedom has been
cleared while countrymen
whoop, holler and
cheer.
It is apparent no one cares when
liberty falls, in the forest,
where no one can
hear,
Yorktown Disciple
2009
Order # 1548
Quatrains found in the woods where no one ever goes
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