The Price of Freedom by George Hoerneras the day dies
shadows lengthen
light is reduced to that little
the nightly universe provides
life becomes silent
except for those who
have the switch
forcing electrons
to sing along the wires
laid by those willing or un
to work long hours
to provide food and shelter
for loved ones
while those hearing
a higher calling
sit in back rooms
candle lit or
in large white houses
plotting their next move
to take, steal, or war for
guns, gold, or food
and those that laid
the wires prepare
to send their children
into war forever
to keep what ever
they have to lose
having been taught
to believe that freedom
is worth any price
and lying is the price
11/08/2007
Posted on 11/18/2007 Copyright © 2024 George Hoerner
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/19/07 at 12:28 AM Indeed. |
Posted by Nanette Bellman on 11/19/07 at 01:06 AM This truth is beautiful and it's about time we all hear it. |
Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 11/28/14 at 04:48 PM George, my friend, with this ode you prove you still have your finger on the pulse of what is truly beating in one to say this is the way it really is and that any worthwhile endeavor is only worth its salt when it strives to gather authenticity and truth. |
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