On the day Liberty was born
13 colonies were a nation politically torn
Ashen-haired men tallied up the score
Men, young and old, geared up for war

Her land was soaked in bloodshed
Taxes were rampant on sugar and tea
Fervent youth took her up in arms
Objecting, “Thou shalt not take thy Liberty!”

Her armies marched and ate fodder
Through victory and bitter surrender
They buried their sons and fathers
For America’s beautiful splendor

Dawn an era of good feelings
A proclamation of emancipation
Thriving manufacturing and industry
Aviation and locomotive innovations

For centuries, she stood boldly
With a blazing torch in her right hand
Promising prosperity, happiness, and hope
To all who sought passage into her promise land

Hushed whispers of suppression
Strange fruit hanging on the vines
A sinister darkness crept forward
But she turned a wandering blind eye

Where in this land of freedom
Some men had a solemn dream
Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness
Would be equally guaranteed

She listened as her hopeful children
Were beaten under police brutality
While others gained in fortunes
And yet, maintained her neutrality

On the day Liberty died
She did not weep, she did not cry
She did not yelp, she did not sigh
She did not budge, she did not mind

She crinkled up her crooked back
She leaned upon her wretched side
She merely caught a glimpse of
The peril between you and I

She groaned in excess
Gluttonous in frivolous sensibility
Indifferent to the starving masses
Growing in feverish hostility

She bellowed a loud, quenching belch
As the famished began to gnaw
She nestled herself into deep slumber
Serving her limbs in a frenzy feast-for-all

Twice a challenge for Great Britain
Once a lavish gift from the French
Liberty denied equality and decried fraternity
Only to be liberated with an enlightened death