I woke from a dream the other day,
Thinking of those who had gone and paid,
The price of freedom for us,
Who stayed,
I wondered as I cried and prayed,
Just why we fight the wars today.
I think of the Wall and all of the pain,
I know they did not die in vain,
I feel the quilt as one,
Who stayed,
I know I should have went and paid.
For the Price of Freedom is often steep,
No matter the Peace that we try to keep,
It seems that our mothers always,
Always weep.
(1986)
DF
Once a Cpl in the Marines
Ok so I’m not going to ask you to fan me because I didn’t actually write any of these except one or two of them… but I do ask that you comment and vote these poems mean so much to me and a lot of people all across the world.
