|Just words declared our freedom
Untouched by time, sincerity, or will,
Little meant, much mouthed, a well-wrought show
Yearning to be put in practice still.
There was no truth in them, not even then,
Harbingers of hope long since betrayed,
Ever the disguise of gentlemen,
Fashion for a yearly masquerade.
O judge them harshly, for they are but lies,
Unworthy of the dream that gave them birth!
Regard not their pretensions, but their ties
To those who would be lords upon the earth,
Hard souls who hide their greed in freedom's
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon