The Copper Queen

Are we traitor to our sovereign,
The radiant Copper Queen,
When we whisper lies of freedom
And promises of The Dream?
For we’re discarding her like pennies
In fistfuls down the well;
So many wishes lost for
Every penny’s brought such hell.
Because The Dream is up for sale
And it’s gonna cost to save
Enough to live in liberty
Just once before the grave.
Yet we keep digging deeper wounds
In every mountain that we rent.
What has the future come to
Counting coppers by the cent?
How much longer shall it be
Till living’s no longer free?
As for me …
Once I’ve spent
The last bloody cent,
I’ll sell my “liberty.”

– Kayla Kidwell-Snider ’14


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