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Three Poems: Liberty, Death, and a Frog [with Commentary on Liberty]
Frog Summer Summer grows hot, for the Night fritters-away in sleep. Rain drops for the frog. The #765 7/21/05 A Death Overnight Overnight she died As she lived, so she died. The air is not the same, Nobody stops by to see Earless and eyeless My love for her has turned Discreetly, quietly. 7/12/05 #766 They Hear America No More! It once had seemed a little thing, Of liberty! But now I'm old-, no cares have I #767 7/24/05 Note [by the author]: "Our Constitution, perhaps, the most valuable document we have in America, or that the world has ever seen-which is the law of the land, seems to be diminishing in value; it was made for the people, not for the government, like most constitutions are. It doesn't matter who says this, or that. Be it the Supreme Court Judges that seem to have ongoing issues; and presidents that come and go. It is although the Constitution that remains, and when judges implant their personal will into it, it no longer holds the value it should. It is like giving a piece peace to -to someone who starts wars, it diminishes the price value, which I've seen too often. It seems I witness so much of this nowadays; it's quite disturbing; and thus, our liberties fad with it. And so I have written the poem, 'They Hear America No More,' I suppose in protest." POet Dennis Siluk http://dennissiluk.tripod.com
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