Our freedom is not fought for greed
but to repel men’s evil seed.
The terror of the lies all told
stretch forth with tentacles of cold.

Our mind’s imagination gives
horror to the life we live.
Each day is tested, status – tense,
as we pray for some common sense.

Yet, still, more soldiers’ blood is shed
as rivers run from blue to red.
Our spirits fired with soldier’s need
to make sure that our country’s freed.

Our flag proceeds each battle cry
as soldiers, for our country, die.
The flag holds the blood of heroes’ loss
as we prepare another cross.

The sacrifice they make is high
as blood is shed where soldiers die.
Blood on the flag will always run
’til threat to freedom’s life is done.

© 2019, Barb Henson. All rights reserved.

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Barb Henson
I love to read and swim, even more I love to write poetry. I love challenges and I write to let people know they are not alone in this world they travel in. God is a big part of my life and has been since the day He stopped me from trying to end it.