Mother Liberty
A Poem By Lori Bruno
Here I stand,
With eternal torch in my hand
For all to see,
I am Mother Liberty!
I saw the cowardly attack,
A knife in the back
Of two towers which fell
By evil demons from hell!
Of the beautiful humanity lost
O, Heaven! Such a holocaust.
You think of me,
I stand for Liberty.
The land of the free,
Home of the brave,
Soon evil cowardly tyrant,
You go to your grave!
Evil one you hide from the sun
All people of Light now unite as one.
Soon you shall see
Freedom's victory!
Taliban, hurtful to all woman & man -
The sacred womb that gave you birth
You treat with no worth.
You maim, you kill,
And say it is Allah's will.
No, you are a perversion
Of the Holy One!
His hand will strike you now,
No where to run!
No where to hide!
He is on Freedom's side.
All of God's Light are one
Their power is as bright as the sun.
You are in your cave, a fear-filled jail
Hidden in the bowels of the Earth,
No self-worth,
No power
Now comes our finest hour.
Our leaders know the time for you is near,
You grovel in darkness, filled with fear.
Soon death's knell you will hear.
You have hurt the children of the Great Mother
Of all Humanity
I take the form of Liberty.
You are done. . . . .
{ Copyright © Lori Bruno, 2001-2011 - All Rights Reserved. }
Here I stand,
With eternal torch in my hand
For all to see,
I am Mother Liberty!
I saw the cowardly attack,
A knife in the back
Of two towers which fell
By evil demons from hell!
Of the beautiful humanity lost
O, Heaven! Such a holocaust.
You think of me,
I stand for Liberty.
The land of the free,
Home of the brave,
Soon evil cowardly tyrant,
You go to your grave!
Evil one you hide from the sun
All people of Light now unite as one.
Soon you shall see
Freedom's victory!
Taliban, hurtful to all woman & man -
The sacred womb that gave you birth
You treat with no worth.
You maim, you kill,
And say it is Allah's will.
No, you are a perversion
Of the Holy One!
His hand will strike you now,
No where to run!
No where to hide!
He is on Freedom's side.
All of God's Light are one
Their power is as bright as the sun.
You are in your cave, a fear-filled jail
Hidden in the bowels of the Earth,
No self-worth,
No power
Now comes our finest hour.
Our leaders know the time for you is near,
You grovel in darkness, filled with fear.
Soon death's knell you will hear.
You have hurt the children of the Great Mother
Of all Humanity
I take the form of Liberty.
You are done. . . . .
{ Copyright © Lori Bruno, 2001-2011 - All Rights Reserved. }