Chained
By Jean Bush
A city lies smoking and ruined
As far as the eye can see.
The people are saddened and shaken
As they walk through the newest debris.
A wretched cry goes out for justice,
The Masters respond with glee.
Your soft chains will always be bloodless
And reach farther across the sea.
The people grasp quickly their shackles
In fond hopes of staying safe.
And ignore their last gasping freedom
As brave history is erased.
The Phoenix is stricken and fallen
As the world looks forward in dread,
I hear no hope that's a callin',
Is Europe most truly now dead?
