She wanted the land of the free

The streets, home to the passive smoker
The alley of crime conceals a thousand faces
Everybody afraid of her midnight stalker
But she’s made in love in darker places

She gets up in the morning, weary and blue
Time to look for a dime, in this world of doom
But she was famous long ago, you might know
For being a counselor to kings of Old

She sees injustice spreading its dark wings
Hears the sound of hopeless screams
Languidly smiles and think about the Greeks
Wonder why we didn’t follow their tricks

But life goes on, and on goes her
She had a dream, she had a chance
But that’s long forgotten since she realized
That power turns into a trance

She tried to fight the cops, but they choked her down
She tried to convince the jury, they too let her drown
She tried with the rich, the poor, the poets and the whores
Nobody noticed her, it all lead to useless deadly wars

Now poor ol’ justice has seen the flood
Down the mountain, rivers of blood
She thinks: “I only wanted the land of the free”
But I didn’t hear the cry of the Banshee

But life goes on, and on goes her
She had a dream, she had a chance
But that’s long forgotten since she realized
That power turns into a trance

Arcadio Falcon. 2015

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