This is a poem I wrote about 12 to 15 yrs ago.
Now it seems appropriate as people begin to awake from their slumber.
Hope you like it.
Where is sweet Liberty?
Where, o where are you sweet liberty?
I've searched the hill and it's mountains of bills.
Still thee I do not see.
Amongst the bickers, where does thy flame flicker.
O sweet liberty.
I read of old, of glory days foretold, where your light shown bright, with purpose and sight.
Freeing the slaves, and the slaved mind of men.
Now I fear but am brave, excluded on our way, lest we ever meet again.
Search, O search my countrymen, for sweet liberty is bound and locked up tight amongst the down trodden souls of these perilous times, in our tumotuous plights.
Davy C Rockett
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