A Neighbor Cries

America was formed from blood-spilled battles

fueled by deep hunger,

driven by great need,

to be free from kings

to write her own story.

A promise was made

to all who would come

by birth or by ship –

Freedom.

A gift

given by men and women,

The Greatest Gift –

their lives.

Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness

is bought by their blood

while we barbeque,

drink our beer,

and display our flags.

Yet, a neighbor cries

mourning the loss

of their father or mother,

their sister or brother,

their son or daughter,

their husband or wife –

their sacrifice.

 

 

 

 

 

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