The War On Freedom

The fallen statues,Littered all around,Bits and pieces of polished concrete.All now spilled all over the ground.These once great people,Were parts of history. There’s a long, gravel road up ahead,Gray pebbles lead the way,With footprints of you and me.Us weary travelers march,Toward a stark future ahead,One we cannot see. There’s a flag waving,In the winds ofContinue reading “The War On Freedom”