FREEDOM

Due to nagging headache caused by my migraine, I am finding it very difficult to compose my thoughts into a coherent blog entry. So I am taking the lazy way out by posting another one of those poems I penned sometime ago. Should it happen that the work interest you, which I am sure is a remote and far-fetched possibility, you may reproduce it in any manner you desire provided that you recognize my authorship and copyright over it.

FREEDOM

Freedom rings throughout the land
So strong and vibrant does it resound
But alas, for those of us who hear its cry
Not a shudder felt nor even just a sigh.

How sad it is that memory has seemed to fade
The blood and tears once dearly paid
By men and women who with nary a thought
Gave it all that freedom may still reign afloat.

Sad indeed have our generation become
To take for granted the gift of freedom
Dead and numbed has our heart turned into
We live for today and not for tomorrow.

Yes, often it is quipped that those who suffered not
And spared from harsh and cruel lot
Tend to easily forget the lessons of the past
And into oblivion they falsely lapse.

But do we have to wait for war and discord
Before we realize our freedom's worth
Should precious lives be shed once more
To joggle us out of our mindless stupor?

So then my friends forget we never must
Though freedom's our birthright, it's our bounden task
Both in times of turmoil and in times of peace
To keep its fire alive, that it will never cease.