Find The Cost Of Freedom Poem by John Ackerman

we are living on borrowed time
can you hear the path calling from Armageddon's side
look to the native Indian my friend
hard pressed to ever notice the silence
day light again I think about many years ago how are fathers braved
the twilight sun has tainted my inner vision
when everyone's talking and no one is listening how can we decide
look at the buffalo wallow in its herd
the soldier of fortune on his brigade of retreat
we can hear the freedoms cry through the sway of nature
all of us can do are part when we dig deep enough
search for it as you go on with your daily bread
remove all obstacles that oppose your mission
are marching oders are for togetherness
look as the eagle soaring ever higher above the mountain
tempered in fire with blown up full desire
listen to the love songs playing in the back ground
the windows are illuminating upon are reflection
find the cost of freedom along life's journey
look after widows and orphans in their affliction
snap shot memories of are past
having so much fun with a hope that it would last
feelings of love peaks through the corridor alone in the silence of my room
for this is what are ancestors sought as they wrestled within the land...
Hopefully someday all will understand?