Tears of crimson The eyes no longer glow The countenance now fallen The back a bended bough.
A fate worse than death Under the rod of oppression In the Iron claws of the Eagle Our freedom suppressed
Stripped of my liberties Til nothing was left Forced to serve Mammon A fate worse than death.
I cried to God for justice I begged Him for reprieve Release me from this prison cell Allow my soul to leave.
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Posted: Jul 2012
About this poem:
I wrote this poem to describe my frustration with the governmental system if you will;of this great country in which I live and of the world as a whole. We are born;given a number;assessed on how much we will earn in our lifetime;then the central bank takes a loan out against the figure and we are forced to pay it back through the federal income tax;of which not one penny goes to run the country. Therefore at a time of my own personal trials and tribulations of which I give thanks;for the fact that suffering stretches your tolerance levels and teaches you and makes you stronger;in this time as at many times before not being able to see the end in sight and feeling frustrated and hopeless I wrote these words.
Wow, I am not sure what I would call it either. I often have the name for a poem before I write it. Would love to know what inspired this one. Hope you will share that with us if not too personal.
I will look back and see if you add anything. Carol
daddo1017OPbeckley, West Virginia USAJan 2, 2016
I don't know if your still here Carol ... but believe it or not the history of your own country and people has had a big influence on me ... I wanted to know my Irish roots and my dad being all but silent I read as much as I could about the history of Ireland its people and its culture ... but what captivates me the most was their struggle for Independence and for Liberty ... the strongest story one could ever read ...
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I will look back and see if you add anything.
Carol