These poems have no particular theme. They are just a collection of thoughts and personal experiences over the years. They were done to express my thoughts and stimulate your imagination.
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One of the most cherished and sought after parts of an individuals life is the freedom to just be themselves and not have to worry about judgements or persecution. We sometimes forget about all those who have fought for this very goal, and lost their lives for this single word. Unfortunately, there are millions of people on this planet who will never get the chance to be openly free and will always have to look over their shoulders for those who want to control them and wish to bring them harm. We should never forget those who have gone before us and risked their own lives so that we may enjoy that simple word called FREEDOM.
To have someone fight for places we will never see
Or risk lives for people we will never know
For many this is hard to imagine
For those who have done this it is hard to explain
When some never come home, is it so for our memories of them
When some are gone, is it so of our love for them
Not if you believe in what they believed
Risking their lives to help others in need
Such was their job
Such were their missions
They did it with great pride
They did it so well and they did it for you
To you it may not be what you wanted to be
But to them it was what they believed it to be
They risked life in a country far from their own
They put futures on hold for strangers in need
All too familiar, at those periods in time
Are the fear and the cause and the hurt and the blame
Nothing new for those waiting at home
Such was their past, such is our future
Should we hate those who planned its course
Who knows for certain
But we should know this
Anger moves us to a place that they fought to prevent
Never forget their time, never forget their face
Never forget the reasons they did this for us
Remember those...whose last thought was of you
For that is what they knew you would do
There will always be those who fight for those who cannot
There will always be those with a hand out to help
Their need for compassion is a good place to start
Freedom is not just a word, but a right for all
Sometimes its just a breath away from its loss
Sometimes its just a moment from your grasp
Freedom of choice to stop those who do harm
Freedom of speech to speak out for those with no voice
