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".