Freedom

All American's enjoy our free land Our freedom isn't free the men who died for taking a stand, We all know nothing is for free It comes with a high price that we some times refuse to see, To pretend it is all for a good cause Do we really know when or where it all became so flawed, The wounded soldiers whom suffered and died in so much pain Was it all just in vain, Their spirits are every where looking for comfort and rest Will we ever know how much those soldiers did their best, Even to this day our men and women are still defending The land we call America that we cherish and love pretending, Where does it stop and ever end Maybe when God comes back then hopefully we can all win. Written By: Unique Poetry 2015