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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392136" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Liberty!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392136" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'LIBERTY?' Is that the cry, then?<br>We have heard it oft of yore.<br>Once it had, we think, a meaning;<br>Let us hear it now no more.<br>We have read what history tells us<br>Of its heroes, martyrs too.<br>Doubtless they were very splendid,<br>But they're not for me and you.<br>There were Greeks who fought and perished,<br>Won from Persians deathless graves.<br>Had we lived then, we're aware that<br>We'd have been those same Greeks' slaves!<br>Then a Roman came who loved us;<br>Caesar gave men tongues and swords.<br>Crying 'Liberty,' they fought him,<br>Cato and his wild-beast lords.<br>When he'd give a broader franchise,<br>Lift the mangled nations bowed,<br>Crying 'Liberty!' they killed him,<br>Brutus and his cut-throat crowd.<br>We have read what history tells us,<br>O the truthful memory clings!<br>Tacitus, the chartered liar,<br>Gloating over poisoned kings!<br>'Liberty!' The stale cry echoes<br>Past smug homesteads, tinsel thrones,<br>Over smoking fields and hovels,<br>Murdered peasants' bleaching bones.<br>That's the cry that mocked us madly,<br>Toiling in our living graves,<br>When hell-mines sent up the chorus;<br>'Britons never shall be slaves!'<br>'Liberty!' We care not for it!<br>What we care for's food, clothes, homes,<br>For our dear ones, toiling, waiting<br>For the time that never comes!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Francis+William+Lauderdale+Adams">Francis William Lauderdale Adams</a></strong></div>