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Liberty

Born from a belly full of broken glass
Screaming bloody murder and profanity
Cities stained by an afterbirth of graffiti
Riding the shoulders of a rioting underclass
Sirens blaring; the hymns of a violent mass
Struggle and scramble, trampling faith and charity.
Dumb and ignorant march with hatred, their deputy
Flailing child slashing peace, shouting and crass.

Silence of glades and wisdom of fawns
Baggy pants prophets honk and waddle
Trespassing across the folds of a petal
Carrying the good news of a million dawns
A spider weaves in silence, her gossamer model
Pleading to people, "Choose peace and settle."

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