<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420113" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Naked Girl</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Liberty lies bleeding<br>And the politicians laugh<br>Its poets who must rescue her<br>Or write her epitaph.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Liberty lay naked, scorned<br>Upon the cobblestones<br>I gave my coat to be her robe<br>And brought her to my home</div><div style="margin:10px 0">More dead than alive she seemed<br>I gave her tea to drink<br>She shivered at the memory<br>Of how low some people sink.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“My people once were proud and free”<br>She shook her head in shame.<br>“But lately they submit like slaves<br>To politician’s games”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“The State invades your privacy-<br>You mutely give assent.<br>What would Patrick Henry say<br>opposed to such offense? .”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“My treasury is plundered<br>By thieves the Banksters sent.<br>As we sink deeper into debt<br>Our Dollar’s worth three cents.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“We borrow billions every day<br>To fight a faceless foe<br>Engaged in a “forever” war<br>As my strength erodes”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Liberty lies bleeding<br>And the politicians laugh<br>Its poets who must rescue her<br>Or write her epitaph.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+F.+McCullagh">John F. McCullagh</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420113" data-title="Naked Girl de John F. McCullagh" data-description="When Liberty lies bleeding And the politicians laugh Its poets who must rescue her Or write her epitaph. When Liberty lay naked, scorned Upon the cobblestones I gave my coat to be her robe And brought her to my home More dead than alive she seem..."></div> </div> </div>

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