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Freedom


I hear the sound of guns "Bam" "bam" “bam” I hear the screams from afar The horrified screams like nails Nails screeching across a chalkboard I hear the sound of laughter As it fills the air Kids playing They don't know I hear the joyful sound of dice Hitting a game board As a family plays a board game I hear rejoicing Over a football game I hear laughter, and rejoicing in a warm home I hear all of this because, of you We are free I hear a girl Frightened like a kitten without its mother I see her scared blue eyes They fill with tears She feels abandonment and confusion I hear guns going off in the distance I hear screams from afar I hide in terror Alone and unknowing of what will be I shudder As I shake the thought out of my head As I think of a world A world without justice A world filled with terror, sorrow and no freedom The freedom to do, say and come and go as we please So I say thank you for all the hard work Things gone wrong and pain and sadness that you went through I thank you for standing up when no one else would So I say thank you Thank you
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