Freedom's Ship

In voiceless cries, I watched a ship
Scarred and shackled, slowly slip.
Weary, weathered, worn within
A memory of what once had been.

This boat had sailed the mighty sea,
In freedom, truth and liberty.
But now a shell, a silhouette
Of filth and lies and wasteful debt

Mayflower Ship

With rotten wood that breaks the floor
From holes beneath, the waters pour.
The night wind cries an eerie voice
A death like rattle, "it was your choice."

For your demise was not from the sea
but that which you refused to see.
The stolen babies in their distress
The pain, the tears, the CPS.

The banks who enslaved with prisoned loan
The brainwashed zombies echoed, moan
In Marx and Stalin, their littered trash
Up from the deck, the waters splashed.

I heard a voice, "Too many mates."
We'll grab and jab and depopulate.
And overboard, the bodies cry
The crisp, cold chill of horror's lie.

Yet, justice, truth blow in the wind
To taste the freedom, to see my friend
The moral compass is ours to steer
Or forfeit in enslavement's fear.

Voiceless I, no longer be,
for freedom's cry, it beckons me
Protect, preserve this mighty ship
Lest, scarred and shackled... slowly slip.

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