Freedom

March 29, 2018

I lay in the warm sun, and whine because it is not hot.

A soldier just died so I would stay in warm air, not war.

I ate a piece of toast that was burnt.

I whined because it was burnt.

A soldier was just burned by the hit of a bullet from an enemy.

I go to school, and have so much homework!

Soldiers fight so all girls can do what I find a burden.

I go dancing class and express myself.

A soldier could not save a girl who wanted to dance in the sun.

I am free, they are not.

what really is freedom?

Is it worth so many lost lives?

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