What Price Freedom

I have long been a student of the Civil War.  A time when, not unlike today, our nation stood divided.  Strongly held beliefs forcing the population into a state of denial that we could continue to exist as a nation unless everyone’s opinion was bent to equal their own. Polarized positions, firmly entrenched, where rifles replaced reason.  The cost was the death of 620,000 citizens to assure the rights of everyone.  Abe Lincoln endorsed and assured that Black Lives Mattered.  They still do, as does everyone’s.  Must we again revisit the wholesale death and sacrifice that spilled across our nation? Has history taught us anything. What happened to ‘One Nation, Under God, With Liberty And Justice For All’.

What Price Freedom

We face each other.
The distance shorter with each day
Each cloaked in the stench of death

Cannon, silent but alert, line the hills
Their voice kills my brothers
Who like me, struggle to survive another day
Each believing God is on our side

Why did it come to this
The hate, the destruction, the finality
We are but men
We fight, we bleed, we weep

Freedom the cause, the destination
All men created equal
Die so we shall live

Terror my constant companion
The scent of fear abounds
I am not alone

I’ve seen too much
Fingers of death rip  us apart
Life’s fragments strewn across the fields

A small boy, hollow eyes
Old beyond his years
Stands with his drum

Like a dirge, the beat
Calls another soldier to the field
Calls another soul to heaven  

I am weary Lord
My body and mind both broken
I clutch the icy hand of despair

Will You grant another sunset
Or does my journey near its end
Which brother will I join upon the morrow

 

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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2 Responses to What Price Freedom

  1. We were never all created equal, not in this world. There has never been a time without hatred, even cave people killed each other. No one believes in the same god, or any god at all. You left out greed and power hungry elites…those who from the very beginning killed and took what they wanted and continue to enslave others and make the rules that protect themselves from the masses, even today. The battle never really ends and peace is only possible when those who are crushed do not fight back against their oppressors but lay down and accept their sentence handed down to them by the rich and heartless. Look at all the suffering women and children go through every hour of everyday. The violence against them just because they are females. Look at what black people suffer because of the color of their skin. I must not live in the same world you do because patriotism to me is a blank check for abuse. The only voices heard are those of wealthy white men. So, nothing is going to change until people fight back and change it. Nothing is GIVEN. Freedom is TAKEN.

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