David Harris

Gold Star - 4,611 Points (18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

Freedom’s Road - Poem by David Harris

For all those who fight on freedom's road.

Hear the cries on freedom’s road above the cannon’s roar
See the faces of anguish in the tide of war
See the smoke, smell the cordite
That covers the dying, ten thousand and more
Innocence dies a lonely death on any battlefield
Boys turn to men and are slaughtered by the score
How can we stop all these wicked wars
Mothers and widows weep the bitter tears of grief
There is no easy path to take when you fight on freedom’s road

Comments about Freedom’s Road by David Harris

  • Edward Kofi Louis (2/12/2015 4:10:00 AM)

    Nice piec eof work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.


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  • (10/13/2007 8:14:00 PM)

    David your message is loud, clear and precise. My expletives tend to be stronger when describing the futility of war, any war. Well done my friend... (Report)Reply

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  • (3/2/2007 7:26:00 PM)

    Genuine freedom is a worthiest of causes and many lives have been lost in its defence. Our finest response is to ensure that we fully value what they fought and died for. This is both a rallying cry and also a finely worded lament, as well a plaintive cry for new mechanisms to secure and advance freedom without the tragic cost. Great work David. Important and influential. It connects here and reminds. We remember and we pass it on, bit by bit having had our values refreshed and reinforced. No small service by means of your eloquent pen. Thank you. jim (Report)Reply

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  • Melvina Germain (2/28/2007 12:34:00 AM)

    Ahh so sad indeed that so many must die, and to lose our young, extremely sad indeed. Excellent poem David.---Melvina--- (Report)Reply

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  • (2/25/2007 3:08:00 PM)

    A wonderful tribute to our men at war David. A wonderful write as well.
    Hugs Pam

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  • (2/25/2007 6:11:00 AM)

    They only hear the call to glory, they know not that war is gory... They answer when the Bugles call.. its time for the young to fall... Freedom they cry and then they die... great write david...10 (Report)Reply

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  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (2/25/2007 5:39:00 AM)

    Poignant words of truth that our world leaders would do well to take heed to...
    Yeomans work here, David...Solid crafting, indeed, my friend...

    ~F.j.R. ~
    -06: 41am-
    Last Critique

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  • (2/25/2007 4:34:00 AM)

    Like this one... full of the harsh facts and many questions... wish we had an answer to the taking up of arms and the death of the innocent...


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 25, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 6, 2011

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