Lady Liberty's Obituary.... A RondeauA Poem by ConstanceA poem in Rondeau form. This is just what flowed when I set down to write. I had no vision before embarking.Sometimes she dies, sweet liberty... Money, not truth shall set you free. Freedom's frail as a flightless bird, Where cries for help are seldom heard By those with more power than we.
'Neath poverty's glare, her blood spilt, Innocence cries, clutches the hilt-- On the Bureaucrats' blade dies she, Sweet liberty...
A nation built by sturdy hands Cannot be maintained with grandstands, Arrogance on the senate floor! The health of freedom requires more. You've buried her 'neath foreign sands Sweet liberty...
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Added on September 20, 2008Last Updated on September 20, 2008 AuthorConstanceA Small Town in, KSAboutI write about my past, my own real experiences. Even my poetry is inspired by my life. I was, I suppose, born writing, making up stories and rhymes from about when I started to speak, but had to wait .. more..Writing
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