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When Freedom raised her glowing form
On Montserrado’s verdant height,
Unfurled her standard to the air
Yeah, She tore the azure robe of night And set the stars of glory there.
Freedom, O sweet Freedom
But then, freedom in Liberia
Isn’t really free;
We often pay a price
If not our pride, it’s our dignity
To keep our Liberty.
Freedom in Liberia
Isn’t really free ;
Remember those we loved,
Who fought for us, and died;
And those we never knew
For whom others mourned and cried.
Now, you see that
Freedom in Liberia
Isn’t really free ;
At home our “war” for freedom
Is sadly overdue;
We’ve let corruption stage
A sad and grievous coup.
We’ve allowed it wear glamour and walk the runway of livelihood.
I stand with this quote;
Freedom in Liberia
Isn’t really free ;
No longer can we brush off
Hatred and greed,
Lust for self-wealth and power;
We can’t, we won’t concede.
Complacency is weakness
They say you either comply or complain
But we as Patriots, can’t afford to die a life living like this;
We have to act on wrongs
That cannot be ignored.
We must give up some time,
Spent on other pleasures,
To restore Liberia’s freedom,
To keep Liberia’s treasures.
Money spent on expensive cars
Must now go to our cause:
Get rid of the offenders,
Constitutional outlaws called honorables
Freedom in Liberia
Isn’t really free
It’s up to Liberian patriots;
It’s up to you and me.