Co-lummmmmmm,
Co-lummmmmmbia,
I hum your mantra fair.
Every radiant color beams
From the locks of your unkempt hair.
Fire, that is ten times hotter,
Dances from your gilded lips.
Your words can burn off any shackle.
Your tender fingertips
Can loose the cruelest noose.
And here, an arm goes missing,
And there, a hand raised high,
To shine the light of Liberty
For any passer-by.
Who dares to face the lonely Goddess?
The Chosen and the Few
Who seek beyond the mob mentality,
And touch the Torch of Truth.
Yes, for us,
There’s only You.
-jenn long
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