Because it would be too much for freedom to be for us.
It wouldn't be right if freedom were given to us.
It must be earned,
must be fought for,
must be cradled,
must be kept.
No, freedom is not for you or me.
But get on down the road to liberty.
Shout out about the things that can not be.
Put a cowbell 'round your neck,
run one step, two step, quick,
and show the rest that you can still be free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem