Posted by
Ku'yyumungeh on Tuesday, November 09, 2010 12:00:00 AM
I’ve no white lilies to lay by your side,
no plumed quill to pen your epitaph,
no teardrops to shed for honor and pride,
nor grand garlands to wear in your behalf.
When you are laid to rest and it’s all done,
what diagnosis shall history give
as cause for death of freedom’s paragon?
Only that you have lost the will to live.
Indeed, what malady, save suicide,
could kill so great an idea as freedom?
With sacrifice is freedom purified,
through responsibility will it come.
I cry my nation for its eternal theory
and lament the imminent death of liberty.