Monday, August 31, 2020

Freedom

Whispers carry lightly on the wind beyond the village wall.

Boots and buckles rustle in the alley past the tavern hall.

Torches cast a fevered view

Of sea and tea now set to brew.

“For Liberty or Death!” We few

rise up for one and all.

As fire from a Tory rifle fells a youth too soon his due

We stand and answer Freedom’s call!

 

Hounds and trackers haunt the forest searching through the rainy night.

Hunting for a family running from a life of toil and plight.

But fortune, should the weather hold

will favor more than just the bold

and free them from the rain and cold

to break the slaver’s might.

For Friends of Harriet will carry, on the railroad, young and old,

all who long for Freedom’s right.

 

But blood is oft the price to pay to balance what is right from wrong.

To keep the flames of Liberty within the heart still burning strong.

And soldiers come, and soldiers go

And heroes often fall to foe

But hope remains for those that know

the cost, yet strike the gong.

The bell of Liberty will ring as voices raise once more to sow

the seeds of Freedom’s song!

 

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