Liberty Walks

That’s it.

I’m done.

Going back to France.

I don’t know why they sent me here –

At all.

A gift they said –

Typical.

The woman

Chattel

For men and their egos.

But it was never quite,

As they declared.

Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness

A pretty little lie-

For a pretty little girl.

Not meant to think.

Just exist.

A vessel.

But still,

I did my best,

To be a guardian

Stood guard over-

These once promised lands.

I’ve held this flame,

Of Liberty –

And borne the cross

Of your mistakes.

But, comrades,

enough is enough -

The Soviet States of America

That’s not what I stand for

Enjoy.

The dawn of your new era.

The poisoned fruits,

Of hate’s own labor.

Ladies, I trusted you –

To follow through.

But you threw us all

Under a moving tank

And laughed

At your own folly.

On the way.

How could you?

I’m out.

Au Revoir.

Et tu?