How Freedom's Lost
by DCDave

If from acts of treachery
We hide our eyes through fear,
Our ostrich-like head burial
Won't make them disappear.

Instead, our moral cowardice
Will haunt us like a curse.
The outrages, we can be sure,
Will gradually grow worse.

The freedom that our fathers won
Already's had its day
The moment we see perfidy
And choose to look away.

David Martin

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