A power has risen, full of fury, lusting for blood.
Hate driven, lashed from whips of hades rage,
for sad comes the end of glory, fallen down,
beaten and sold, tossed away, thrown and gone.
Such height and beauty and free,
where prairie sings, mountains rise, rivers wide and
expanse might and beauty stretch in our very souls,
but emptied, vanished, withered, where, but why?
America, vanquished from ourselves, to heavens above we cry.
Image via Fotocitizen (Pixabay). In 2021 Liberty Island is going to start publishing poetry more regularly. Interested in participating? Click here to contact us.