Lift Your Voice To The Wind.... (For Frank) Poem by Eric Cockrell

i kneel...
on time worn knees,
facing the distant hue
of the Statue Of Liberty.
and touch the hallowed ground,
that Jefferson and Adams dreamed,
would give birth to a freedom....
never before seen.

and now even the shadows shiver
with the indignity of the lie.
the ghosts of the freedom fighters,
howl in mourning.
the truth suppressed
by the hands of greed,
the eyes plucked from their sockets,
tongues stapled to the pavement.

they're burning books in America,
they've chained freedom of speech.
beneath the stink of ignorance,
and a false morality.
they murder, and call it war.
they make their living from poverty.
they treat their women like cattle,
send their children to prison.

they would still every voice,
and put fetters on wings.
they would silence beauty,
and nail the casket shut...

yet somewhere i know,
you still carry the light.
burn the bridges behind you,
and reach for the stars.

lift your voice to the wind...
for it carries your name!