Full of sloth and no shame
Gullible as a moth drawn to a flame
Having forgot what a high price we paid
That liberty was bought and now does fade
Without a fight we sit in our cottage
And trade our birthright for a mess of pottage
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sorenbarrett (
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Liberty, fought and paid for, just don't mention it out loud, or you could lose your liberty.
Thank you for your comment. Yes unfortunately that is true.
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