On the Front Line
"Free people are brothers"
I heard a man say,
today as he rolled away
in a wheelchair, nonetheless,
he was a veteran from Vietnam,
long grey hair, such a mess-
He said “free people are brothers”,
I said “oh my word! the truth prevails.”
They all thought he’d fallen off the rails,
but I sure knew the truth of an another…
Another brother from the war,
one man who fought and knew what for-
Another brother from our country,
he was a brother just like me.
Freedom exists with gratitude,
no matter the longitude or latitude-
When we all gather in unity,
companionship you shall see-
For because of us brothers we are free,
only with a positive attitude,
are we all under the same decree.
I heard a man say,
today as he rolled away,
in a wheelchair, he was stuck,
on the front line, found no luck-
To the world honor and courage, he taught,
while for his country he diligently fought-
“Brothers united can be set free,
when you stand collective in harmony,
freedom comes with a price of strength,
for it’s a brother just like me
who fought intense.”
In a wheelchair, nonetheless,
with no more arms or any legs,
“free people are brothers”, he said,
let’s all remember the fallen dead.
The swords respectively do speak in time,
when you're a brother who fought...
-on the front line.
The Swords Speak
February 6, 2017
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2017
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