The Rock of Liberty

Freedom, what a dire thing

Such happiness does it bring

Freedom, what a privilege

Not to have it would be sacrilege

Freedom, what a Sisyphean task

How much must I push, you ask

For once the rock reaches its peak

You may think to be at peace

Oh, granted such release

Yet, nature surfaces the shock

The thunderous tumbling of thine rock

Quicker than your clock

Your freedom now just

an echo of your hope

Thine boulder demands sacrifice

to be pushed up the slope

its path tainted with

your sweaty anguish

and blood must you relinquish

Over time, illusion spawn from thine pushing

You slip, the rock does your crushing

You feel it not

You struggle not

But thee believes you must keep pressing

Reviews

[Emily]

Great wording!
Well done!!