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
Copyright © Michelle Born | Year Posted 2015
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