Freedom Cry

Colors could not have flown much prouder, the voice of freedom not spoken louder, but pride and joy have always sung of flowing blood, of purity, and courage flung both far and wide throughout the world, a banner preened with stars unfurled. Life veins soak the ground with red from heroes both alive and dead and noble thoughts of purest white lead on with grace throughout the night; but true blue courage marks the field where strength and valor never yield. Yet present eyes now see the trampled dues; three colored speech in red and white and blue beneath the boots of those who mark their lives with freedoms stolen in the dark. Their freedom earned the right to say in gathered heat another day. But freedom lost, ignored, or gone cannot regain which deaths have won. Faults can be raised, wrongs come up to the fore, and voices silenced as they even up the score. This tattered glory cannot stand by and leave the single patriot to die.