When Liberty lies bleeding <br />And the politicians laugh <br />Its poets who must rescue her <br />Or write her epitaph. <br /> <br />When Liberty lay naked, scorned <br />Upon the cobblestones <br />I gave my coat to be her robe <br />And brought her to my home <br /> <br />More dead than alive she seemed <br />I gave her tea to drink <br />She shivered at the memory <br />Of how low some people sink. <br /> <br />“My people once were proud and free” <br />She shook her head in shame. <br />“But lately they submit like slaves <br />To politician’s games” <br /> <br />“The State invades your privacy- <br />You mutely give assent. <br />What would Patrick Henry say <br />opposed to such offense? .” <br /> <br />“My treasury is plundered <br />By thieves the Banksters sent. <br />As we sink deeper into debt <br />Our Dollar’s worth three cents.” <br /> <br />“We borrow billions every day <br />To fight a faceless foe <br />Engaged in a “forever” war <br />As my strength erodes” <br /> <br />When Liberty lies bleeding <br />And the politicians laugh <br />Its poets who must rescue her <br />Or write her epitaph.<br /><br />John F. McCullagh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/naked-girl/
