As Freedom Feigns
by Clara Mae Gregory
Lady Liberty lost.
At what cost?
We weep in woe-be-gone days
Whilst the winds reign on the plains,
Dwindling on a divided highway
Where it finally wanes,
As Freedom feigns its way to
the divide of outworn wisdom
eluding the false Albatross,
where the purity of truth
became just a lie
Author's Note: revision
Posted on 07/27/2017
Copyright © 2020 Clara Mae Gregory
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/28/17 at 02:19 AM|
Powerful reflection of current times, CM.
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 07/28/17 at 11:57 AM|
Great images, Melanie.
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/30/17 at 02:06 AM|
"Dwindling on a divided highway" - I especially loved this line. Sober thoughts here.
|Posted by Glenn Currier on 12/19/17 at 03:50 PM|
It seems there is both light and loss here. Almost a grief about what once was. I like the metaphor of "a divided highway." Thanks for this, Clara Mae.