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Price of Freedom

An old man once said: Freedom isn’t free As a child, I grew up, never understanding those words. As an adult, I learned, the tree of freedom is watered with blood. I thought we had paid enough. But as trees wither without water, so does freedom without its tribute. As such I hoped, we could pay with sweat and duty. But once again-we choose red...

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Date: 5/30/2025 6:56:00 PM
thanks completely agree. One of my poems you might like: democracy is just an illusion
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Hyungi Choi
Date: 6/2/2025 4:59:00 PM
An understandable worry. But as long as the path exist, there will always be people who walk it. If it is indeed the time for democracy to fall then our job will be to preserve a way for its eventual return.
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Markus Jay
Date: 6/1/2025 8:01:00 PM
thought it might. I worry about the world my kids and grandkids will live in
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Hyungi Choi
Date: 6/1/2025 12:14:00 PM
Thank you. I read yours too, and it did indeed resonate with me.

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