A Visit To Liberty

A Visit To Liberty



Let's go to the United States
And pay condolence
To the mother, "liberty"
Who lost her children
From the times of birth
To the daughters of immortality
And to the sons of iniquity.

The good old book says,
"Spare not the rod"
And she says,
"Spare the rod"
That the seed of my womb
And the fruit they become, may glow
In their ways of prodigality
For in freedom the must grow
To widen the feathers of their wings
Into the hues of their colours
But the thoughts of her mind
Lost memory that even the cradle
Needs to be curdled
Until her sense of good moral, muscles
To lay knife inbetween good and evil.

But she has made herself
A city of atrocity
Where the children of doom
Seeks refuge of shelter
And the only eye in the triangle
Where the glory of the lost soul dwells
For her arms are widely spread,
"come in,
let the good turn evil and the evil good
Make your path at will
For I am liberty; the mother of freedom".