NOT FREE
Freedom is not free, the cost is very high,
As we bask in it’s luxury do we hear the cry
Of men dying on some great battle field,
As through history the sword of freedom they did yeild.
Do we prize the freedom that comes our way?
Do we give it a thought during our busy day?
As we live and love in this glorious free land,
Do we envision a freedom banner in a fallen man’s hand.
When it is seen fallen another carries it high,
Others rally around as ‘Freedom’ is their cry,
Next time we vote, stand to speak our mind,
Think of all the many freedom fighters left dead behind.
No freedom is not free, there is a very high cost.
Do we misuse it, don’t care for those who lost
Life or limb, even sanity to bring freedom to me?
The price of freedom cannot be counted not even in eternity.
But the greatest freedom is God given from above
Freedom of choice for bad or good, hate or to love,
To stand for right, fight for freedom or turn away,
But please remember that for freedom a great price many did pay.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson January 31, 2003