Freedom - Poem

Freedom

The crowd gathers, listening,
To those who scream so loud,
About injustice and the war
And how they are not proud

Of the men who went to war
To combat terror's reign.
They sat we have no business there,
That we are all insane.

They burn our Flag, our Banner true,
The symbol of our land,
Not thinking of the millions dead
So that it could stand.

They call our soldiers butchers,
And protest through the night,
Not remembering men have died,
So they could have that right.

They call our country wicked,
And say that we're a shame.
Not thinking that there, people die
For saying Jesus's name.

They call our soldiers evil,
And say they shouldn't fight;
But if everyone had that mindset,
We'd lose our every right.

So think of all the people
Who fought through mud and dust.
And all the unknown soldiers
Who died for “God We Trust”.

You have your freedom easy.
You take it for granted, see,
But remember those who died for you;
Because freedom's never free.

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