The Color of Freedom

Will not die unenlightened,

What shade, what hue liberty holds.

Never an alien on this soil,

Yet a citizen to the Earth.

And as truths unfurl,

What freedom feels like on this patch—

This I must come to know.

Change, malignant in its cunning,

Living now verges on sin.

Yet though they try to blind and steal my words,

I shall keep one truth close:

The color of freedom—

I'll know it before I go.