Freedom

by | Dec 20, 2009 | Poetry | 0 comments

As a child, freedom
was tempered with love
As a teen-ager,
I marched for freedom,
As a woman
I respected the rights of others,
As a mother
freedom was a threat,
As an older citizen,
I fear the government
that goes to war,
sends troops abroad
and wonder what for?
Young men in their prime
fathers and sons
on foriegn soil
armed with guns.

AND FREEDOM
Is a million miles away.

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