William Cason Poet Rhyme

The Cost of Freedom

Freedom does not come easy but at a very high price;
          If only we could comprehend the dreadful sacrifice;
       At home we celebrate the freedom that we have arrived;
    Never giving a second thought for the ones that lost their lives;
       At night before we go to bed we're on our knees to pray;
     But only to ask the Lord for material things and more pay;
    While the young men and women are fighting day and night;
    We're sitting in our comfort zones with not a worry in sight;
    So when you stop and think about the freedom that you got;
    Think of our sons and daughters and send some prayers out.

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Gautam Shankar Banerjee December 27, 2020 at 11:16 AM Very interesting poem to read and made me think about those who gave their lives for our freedom.

Old Buck August 6, 2020 at 9:36 AM What a great reminder. We all have much to be grateful for. Keep them coming and thanks again for sharing with all of us on the soup. oldbuck