FREEDOM ISN"T FREE: A MEMORIAL DAY POST
God bless the men and women
Who fight and die for you and for me
With their hearts and their bodies on the line
For the freedom and well-being of your wife, your lover, your children
Please God: bless, protect
The young men and women who fight for young children gaily and securely
playing in the yards of homes where mothers and fathers sit and watch t.v.
And for backyard barbecues and friends and relatives speaking and moving with ease
For refrigerators full of food; warm, joyfull, comfortable homes
God bless, God love
The good young men and women who sacrifice their bodies and their young burgeoning
dreams and hopes
For ours
God bless: God love protect and nurture
LET"S bless and love and nurture
These fine, wonderful, strong men and women
Who carry the burden and banner of freedom to far-flung dangerous places of the world
For me and my cat and Brenda and her cat
And you, sitting their drinking your beer and getting ready to go to bed with
Expectations of getting up to a full, warm, comfortable, secure home
With freedom to live, and talk and love and dream and fulfill those dreams
On one day you walk down the street full of ease and carefree
And sunshine on your shoulders fills you with internal warmth
And another time rain softly caresses the window panes
with thousands of tiny, soft fingers
And you drink your glass of wine, embrace your spouse,
Speak warmly and comfortably to your two young carefree children
And life is good but only because of the fine, noble, young men and women
who fight to protect all this from forces and people, tyrants and dictators
who would gleefully yank it all away from you
These people who hate the very idea of your joy and freedom
But you bless, you honor and you should nurture
Our strong, good, sensitive men and women
Who carry the burden I've mentioned in the fight against
all the masters and all the slaves who gleefully would destroy it
with bullets and bombs and hate
God bless: God truly caress our young, good men and women
who protect us from the power of hate
God love them, and we, too -- Forever
Because freedom is NOT free
Copyright Christopher Steele Brower
Note: This poem was written August 8, 1990
God bless the men and women
Who fight and die for you and for me
With their hearts and their bodies on the line
For the freedom and well-being of your wife, your lover, your children
Please God: bless, protect
The young men and women who fight for young children gaily and securely
playing in the yards of homes where mothers and fathers sit and watch t.v.
And for backyard barbecues and friends and relatives speaking and moving with ease
For refrigerators full of food; warm, joyfull, comfortable homes
God bless, God love
The good young men and women who sacrifice their bodies and their young burgeoning
dreams and hopes
For ours
God bless: God love protect and nurture
LET"S bless and love and nurture
These fine, wonderful, strong men and women
Who carry the burden and banner of freedom to far-flung dangerous places of the world
For me and my cat and Brenda and her cat
And you, sitting their drinking your beer and getting ready to go to bed with
Expectations of getting up to a full, warm, comfortable, secure home
With freedom to live, and talk and love and dream and fulfill those dreams
On one day you walk down the street full of ease and carefree
And sunshine on your shoulders fills you with internal warmth
And another time rain softly caresses the window panes
with thousands of tiny, soft fingers
And you drink your glass of wine, embrace your spouse,
Speak warmly and comfortably to your two young carefree children
And life is good but only because of the fine, noble, young men and women
who fight to protect all this from forces and people, tyrants and dictators
who would gleefully yank it all away from you
These people who hate the very idea of your joy and freedom
But you bless, you honor and you should nurture
Our strong, good, sensitive men and women
Who carry the burden I've mentioned in the fight against
all the masters and all the slaves who gleefully would destroy it
with bullets and bombs and hate
God bless: God truly caress our young, good men and women
who protect us from the power of hate
God love them, and we, too -- Forever
Because freedom is NOT free
Copyright Christopher Steele Brower
Note: This poem was written August 8, 1990
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churtch:
oh chris they arent my kids, those are my nephews
churtch:
forgiven hun, it happens, i love em like they were my own