a poem by Elizabeth Grace Shearer, UK - poetry writer, author, poet

Freedom a word so used yet often abused
its meaning distorted, its value unproved
The wealthy condemn it, the needy cry out for it.
Our ancestors fought for it, yet still we ignore it.

The rights we have to speak, think and pray
are taken for granted stuck in our own ways.
Blood spilt and tears shed all for the cause
but in this society we wonder what for.

A people so selfish and full of demands
forgeting the sacrifice made for our land.
The lives that were lost, the grieving widows of war
and all for a freedom abused and ignored.

So as we stand here the choice is ours,
to take a minute and no longer ignore,
remember the sacrifice made for our lives.
ensuring our freedom, it should fill us with pride.


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