Treasure Island

Richard McClellan

(Arkansas)

Freedom


Freedom,
defined by force,
to die for the cause,
is what the soldier supports,

Freedom,
defined by society,
to a grander cause,
the soldier come upon,

Freedom,
defined by religion,
Jesus died in its name,
put on the cross was he,

Freedom,
one the cross,
the other on the battlefield!
did they die in vain?

Freedom,
defined by song,
Jesus n' the soldier did sing,
your soul, one died for, the latter let freedom ring!

Submitted: Friday, November 11, 2011
Edited: Friday, November 11, 2011

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  • Romeo Della Valle (12/8/2011 6:21:00 PM)

    You don't know how valuable Freedom is until you lose it! Excellent write Keep it up! I really enjoyed it! 10+++ God Bless You! Love and Peace for always! Romeo from New York City! (Report) Reply

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