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John L Cerrato Poem
The Fight for Freedom
Three or four thousand years ago,
The ancient Greeks fought for Liberty
As now we know.
And before them, the persecuted Jews,
Rebelled against the yoke of tyranny.
Although the ?ght for Freedom
Was long and hard,
In the end they did not lose
And Freedom rose unscarred!
Centuries later the English people did uprise
Or their freedom would have surely died
And King John, the unkind
The Magna Charter had to sign.
For Freedom many men have died
And for it they a King de?ed.
Freedom is such a precious thing
No one can take it away
Not even a King.
And so it goes through all the centuries,
How men have worked and bled and died,
How men have fought for Freedom
With their women by their side.
These things we now recall
In the midst of the greatest Battle of them all.
All over the world men are dying today
That we may live in peace tomorrow.
And in the peace that’s yet to come
We will not hate and none we’ll shun.
“Black, yellow, brown or white”,
We’ll say, “These and all the others
We are proud to call our brothers.”
And when that happy day arrives,
I think that God up in His skies
Will say, with voice so mild,
“Now I am proud to say, Man is my child."
Copyright © John L Cerrato | Year Posted 2009
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John L Cerrato Poem
The Fight for Freedom
Three or four thousand years ago,
The ancient Greeks fought for Liberty
As now we know.
And before them, the persecuted Jews,
Rebelled against the yoke of tyranny.
Although the ?ght for Freedom
Was long and hard,
In the end they did not lose
And Freedom rose unscarred!
Centuries later the English people did uprise
Or their freedom would have surely died
And King John, the unkind
The Magna Charter had to sign.
For Freedom many men have died
And for it they a King de?ed.
Freedom is such a precious thing
No one can take it away
Not even a King.
And so it goes through all the centuries,
How men have worked and bled and died,
How men have fought for Freedom
With their women by their side.
These things we now recall
In the midst of the greatest Battle of them all.
All over the world men are dying today
That we may live in peace tomorrow.
And in the peace that’s yet to come
We will not hate and none we’ll shun.
“Black, yellow, brown or white”,
We’ll say, “These and all the others
We are proud to call our brothers.”
And when that happy day arrives,
I think that God up in His skies
Will say, with voice so mild,
“Now I am proud to say, Man is my child."
Copyright © John L Cerrato | Year Posted 2009
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