THAT LADY LIBERTYA Poem by kurruptedDEDICATED TO ALL THOSE WHO ARE VICTIMS OR HAVE THERE LOVED ONES SUBJECTED TO THE AMERICAN POLICE BRUTALITY AND AMERICA'S SUBLIMINAL OPPRESSION.Your right foot on the move I was told, But I see it moving forward at the expense of our souls, Exposing us to the system’s brutal cold, Fore-fathers as immigrants, with rights sold, Both young and old, Scold and hauled, Unto slave ships a generation stroll, Your left foot tramples broken shackles at your feet, How untrue you speak, When we are still suppressed, the weak, The chains off our legs indeed it wreak, our psyche you chained and we are confused in a fit of pique, For it remained bleak, The good life for centuries we seek, The seven spikes on your crown represent the seven seas and continents, Are the paths you followed to steal the cowries, Loot the resources and other worthies, On our lands impose levies, And treat us still like zombies, Your touch symbolized enlightenment, Who are you fooling with this statement? While we are down with oppression aliment, Life like in the basement, Where is justice and judgment? When you all you do is oppress, strident, The tablet in your hand represents knowledge. Indeed it depicts knowledge of suppression and tyranny, How it tires me, And almost pushes me to blasphemy, I have no regards for you lady for your ways blasted me.
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