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We tend to assume that freedom is a right, God's gift But do you know the hours they slaved away, the days spent patrolling borders, all for our safety? In wars, they'd drown in blood One, two, three, slipping between the depths Never to rise again, fight again, go home to their families and smile again And we lie again, to our naive little souls Because what better and blissful ignorance than to pretend the land we live on did not come at the price of our soldiers backs, Tears, willpower, To say that we are truly The land of the free
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Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 4:31 PM UTC
A soldier's battle
We tend to assume that freedom is a right, God's gift But do you know the hours they slaved away, the days spent patrolling borders, all for our safety? In wars, they'd drown in blood One, two, three, slipping between the depths Never to rise again, fight again, go home to their families and smile again And we lie again, to our naive little souls Because what better and blissful ignorance than to pretend the land we live on did not come at the price of our soldiers backs, Tears, willpower, To say that we are truly The land of the free
Based off a painting we looked at for a warm up in my Poets Workshop class. It was a happy family and home by a coast being held up by a group of soldiers with guns that were standing in a pool of blood. Our job was to interpret that painting and write about it.
#war#freedom#soldiers
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Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 4:31 PM UTC
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