The Cost Of Freedom Poem by Tiffany Petruzzi

The cost of freedom isn't measured in money...
Or even in time...
But in death...
Death brought about by the fight for freedom...
Death brough upon the young and old...
Death brought too early...
Death- with it comes pain...
Pain cast upon everyone around...
Pain that causes tears...
Tears that run down a mother's face...
A face wrought with fear...
Fear that this continue to happen...
Happening to those brave enough...
Those willing to give their lives for their country...
But still this country...
Measures the cost of freedom...
In money and time...
Money and time wasted...
Wasted away were potential greats...
But only they know the cost of freedom...
They gave their lives to protect the freedom...
Freedom used and given everyday...
But still they lay buried in the ground...
With only a small crowd to honor them...
The few who knew and loved them...
They too, now know the cost of freedom!