Freedom To Worship
"Give me your tired, your poor,
your huddled masses yearning to breathe free . . ."
Many will never see the Lady, but we know her.
She stands in the harbor, her Torch of Freedom
held high - a Beacon of Hope
for those who gaze upon her,
a Symbol for all they seek.
And seek, they do. Millions come
a bouche ouverte*
willing to risk their lives for a chance
to live free, work hard, raise families,
and to worship as they please.
What we fought to win for ourselves,
we fight to offer the world.
What we treasure most, we desire for all.
From every mountaintop,
let Freedom ring!
*Open mouthed, with no criticism.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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