Illusion Of Freedom (Inspired By Jim Morrison)

Lady Liberty fleeces the daylight,    
her soft, red petals of promise  
flowing in the milky dawn.    
    
She is soft against the hardness    
of metal on bone    
as the chosen ones march    
for her on tree-lined streets    
in the unbruised soul of America.    
   
Writhing in untold stories    
the unknown soldier waits    
marching to the bands' drum    
where he was found at last.    
   
When will he be found;    
when the flag frays in    
the winds of tomorrow.    
   
He sleeps, unwoken to a child's eyes,    
his only child cries and remembers him    
vaguely as himself,    
he is in the music he hears    
inside his dreams    
alone, unwoken to glories    
bludgeoning the still morning    
in the city streets    
where adorned ones march    
pushing the dull heat    
of cadent footsteps    
on to the doorways of    
stolen liberties.    
   
Come home    
to yesterday's stolen promises,    
come home    
to madness unfurled.    
   
Soldier child, you are    
not forgotten,  
the daylight beckons  
your dreams from a  
womb of sorrow.  
   
Like a star  
you light up the night sky,  
like a star  
you sparkle and fade.  
   
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