Freedom

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A Prophet

Gather the winds from the north

And blow across the mighty land

Like a fist of iron upon the hand

Lock down on freedom to be sure

Under the guise that will seem popular

One by one

Your freedom and fun

Will be taken

Men will stand in disbelief and shaken

Government soldiers will police the country

Freedom will be put in a box and laid away

Restrictions in your going and coming

In what you think and can say

Peace at any price?

Well, we will see

Fear will rule, you will see

Justice and freedom will move aside

So that the army can reside

Government for the people by the people

Will be a memory

A distant memory of what once was

But is not.

Things are aligned to fall into place, but

Not to your good, you will see.

Fall into place, yes, by me.

I will bring it all down

And turn it upside down

Life changing events are to come about

In spite of your denial, disbelief and doubt.

When you look for who to blame

You hide yourself in shame

You took possession of the land

You had children

But they were raised by another hand.

You followed the crowd in its headlong race for more

And didn’t care who you stepped on.

You applauded yourself as cool

And sophisticated while you played the fool

You did your own thing and laughed

At those who tried to reign you in

After all, you said,

“There is no such thing as sin.”

All this is about to change, links in the chain,

Weakened by foolish men are pulling apart

And will cause a domino effect across the land.

You have built your foundation and house

Out of straw instead of bricks

The wolf is about to huff and puff

And blow it down.

Freedom, freedom, where have you gone?

Will you ever return?

Not for you, my people. For with

Freedom came responsibility to honor her.

You chose to abuse her,

Destroy her until she is no more.

What a price you will pay!  Things will not

Be the same.  Your memory of freedom will seem

Like some long, long faded dream.

Life will not be the same, you will see.

Oh foolish man, you are so wise, you think

Frankly you stink!

You wanted your own way

Demanded my way be gone

“Kill the prophets”

After all God’s dead.

You will find yourself crying out to me,

But I will not hear you.

Your lips will plea and even pray

That I might intervene on your behalf.

But I will answer you with silence

And turn away from you.

 

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