Freedom
A sonnet for those before us and those to come
How oft are we reminded day to day,
that our freedom is fought for paid in blood,
yet when exercised constraints array,
freedom is a concept mired in mud.
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History abounds brimming with stories,
heroes and martyrs used, mused and abused,
dismayed at the time now oratories,
wheeled out to show misdeeds are excused.
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When your personal freedom's dictated,
remind the dictators the words meaning,
you're free to choose no matter how hated,
issues yours despite personal leaning.
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When freedom is challenged look to Haiti,
independence's price, present, weighty.
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Alexander Stoddart
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What a lovely poem, love it!❤️❤️🙏