Those who want to destroy us,
Because we are still free,
Those who are treacherously against us,
In our Country and those you cannot see,
Now, Hear me!
This is the United States of America,
The land of builders, of creativity,
The land of the fighting free,
Where one can still,
Breath freedom, humanly,
Like no other you have flowered,
Like no other you let Be,
The dreams, sweat and tears,
Of great opportunity,
We have an obligation,
Freedom is not free,
To protect with admiration,
Your Temple of Liberty!
A befitting tribute to homeland, Sandra. I wish Americans should think and see other nations free as well. I mean no derogation by them but surely for a poet and fellow human, these sentiments may mean a lot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good to see another poem from you Sandra, I was getting worried for a while. I hope you are well. God Bless.