They said there were liberties;
The spirit of a nation,
That allowed us to arm,
To carry weapons that take,
Lives within a fleeting second;
The lives also having liberties.
So people nodded, clapped,
Chanted the word " Liberty "
" Liberty " written on an old parchment.
That was the truth, the divine right.
The everything that mattered.
They were blindfolded with ecstasy,
With the illusion of freedom,
Of the phantom of a free society,
Where widows who lost husbands cried,
Children who lost parents cried,
Parents who lost children cried.
They cried, cried, cried,
They died, died, died,
Creating a symphony,
That they called proudly America.
There is no liberty,
That makes you cry;
That causes your die.
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