Freedom
I laugh and I cry and I weep for the dead ...
I live life to its fullest and despair at the unfed ...
In a world such as ours where freedom should be a right ...
It seems that some arent as lucky and must keep up the fight ...
To be born in a place that affords me such due ...
How lucky are we compared to that few .....
We have freedom of speech and religion to worship ...
To buy and to sell and try entrepreneurship ....
Lets all count our blessings and be thankful for plenty ...
We are born to be free for hours four and twenty .....
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