The Cost of Freedom
What is the cost of freedom?
And who shall foot the bill?
The rich will ever be richer,
The poor will be poorer still.
Broken lives and broken dreams,
Brought on by others greed.
Broken vows and broken schemes,
Disregarding others needs.
Some driven by their lies,
But still the fact remains.
Put their plans to rest,
Or wake up bound by chains.
The time has come for all,
To take a common breath.
To share each other's life,
Or share each other's death.
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2022
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