The Swords Speak
When foreign breath emits oppressive reek
That wilts resplendent petals lilies grow,
And salts the pureness found in Freedom’s creek
Which runs where only thoughts enlightened know;
When threats arise against our liberty,
Be they by force or more clandestine made,
Since any strike upon the cherry tree
Exposes flesh withheld from Lincoln’s shade;
Then stand together with your fellow man
Prepared to save his life by way your own;
For blood which sheds as such is thicker than
The blood whose garden sprouts in monotone -
He fights with all his might for only “me”,
But falls where neighbors reign as brothers free.
2/6/17
Copyright © Phillip Garcia | Year Posted 2017
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