Citizens Are

Citizens Are

By the numbers, 
1,2,3... count them all you see. 
From here and there and everywhere, 
we are one. 

America. 
The land of plenty. 
But what does that mean? 
There is a story, 
and a truth, 
and freedom on paper... 
that still waves
high above... in the air, 
encircling her flag. 

Men, women, and children
they came from every land. 

Some traveled by boats, 
road horses and even ran rails. 
They took steamships...
sailboats, and longboats, 
as passengers, 
and some by chains, 
unwillingly taken, 
sold by their own kind, 
into evil, 
tricked and traded, 
none spared. 

They all had their own reasons, 
one way or another... 
but they knew together, 
they were made better as a whole. 

America, 
the land of the free, 
the brave, and heroic. 
The ones that jump into the fire, 
when trouble draws near. 
The ones that know that faith, 
has no fear at all, 
"In God We Trust" 
more than just words, 
a way of life, 
a way of living, 
a way of being, 
all that you can be, 
because you can, 
because there are no longer
restraints to weigh you down, 
and the very love of being free, 
fills the people, 
with hope.

abortionabuseaddictionamericaanniversaryfree verse

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Bill Baker

July 12, 2022 at 2:55 PM

We can be free again, but not with the leadership we currently have. We will be slaves of the government soon if we don't stand up to the current poeple that want our country to become a third world country and be dominated by countries like China. Communisum isn't the same as freedom. Thanks for sharing your thought through your poetry, Ann. Hugs, Bill