Freedom

My country tis of thee
Sweet land of liberty
You say I’m free
But my freedom
Comes with a price
With taxes and inflation
I pay for my freedom daily

America is a geographic concept
With unraveling civil liberties
The moral fabric of its
Flag hangs by a thread

Liberty’s glorified Eagle
Diminished to a caged Canary
No longer singing
But screaming…
Shrills that fall on deaf ears
Freedom is an unspoken sound
Not heard by a jury of my peers
Impartiality unjust when
Lady liberty wears a blindfold
Always managing
To see the color of my skin
In a world of acceptable
Prejudice

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