The bells cry “Liberty!” across the land;
The rockets fly to celebrate that gift.
But they who promised “Sic tyrannis” sleep,
And their descendants wearied in the task,
Preferring tyrants’ velvet chains of vice
To liberty—that was so dearly bought—
And all the work of virtue it demands.

The opening lines of this came to me today, and the rest followed. While I would normally want to wait a little longer before posting—in case either further lines presented themselves, or an egregious flaw became apparent—this would become much less timely if I waited even until next week.

As always, I earnestly welcome your (further) comments, suggestions, questions, critique, or other feedback about this or any other part of my work. (In other words, if you liked this poem, or you didn’t like it, or it made you think of something, or … please leave a comment to let me know.) If you liked this, you can follow this blog, which includes one of my poems every Friday, or read other poems I’ve written here on my blog (perhaps starting with those linked from one of the “archive ” installments, since the full archive is by now, at well over a hundred poems, somewhat daunting); I’d especially like to know, as part of my preparations for a collection, which poems you think are my best. You may also share this poem with others, subject to my sharing policy.

This poem is also mirrored on my wiki.


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