For Freedom!
Freedom, The word used to be so powerful It used to cross the bashing oceans in shackles With its hands tied behind its back When it was fed up it used to hang in hairy great oaks With Spanish moss beards Until green leaves got sick, faces turned red and Said amongst themselves its time for a change To put an end to Fall It used to walk the streets of Alabama with books Protruding from nervous armpits In Mississippi it out ran German shepherds And smoking grenades Until it got arrested in Georgia But freedom laughed happily behind bars Freedom didn’t even ask for bail No, it asked for water instead, but still got none Nevertheless freedom was never thirsty It took empty cups and made them half full of faith Freedom tapped its tin cup against iron bars Making a racket all night long Until someone stopped, Listened and heard, Freedom Ring!
“All Rise!”
And should night’s long curtains break
For a short intermission long enough
For us to see the light of day
Let us not stand selfish in the spotlight of warmth or comfort
But let us shiver remembering all of those who’ve
Shone in darkness to be a light for our ways
Should we be blessed with grace and mercy
To breathe in a fresh new morn
Let us inhale!
Awake no more to look in mirrored eyes
For imperfections or colored reflections
But bravely come to stare in hearts
To see the perfect reflection of life
One United Spirit of America
That shares God’s humanity for Love
That undoubtedly still believes there’s Life & Liberty!
Not just the pursuit of happiness for oneself
But better yet a joy for all
Because our joy comes in the morning
When the sunrises in the east to dawn on us that
We are more than one nation divisible
More than separable
More than for white or for colored fountains
More than English or Spanish directions
More than Stars and Stripes
More Than Tears and Strife
Even more than you or me
But still no less than human
Because we are still
The beacon that sits upon a hill
For the world to see that
United We Fall and United We Stand Up Again!
By Chris L. Wright
11/5/08 12:51AM
“Written on the Eve of History & Change in the making for a Brighter Day!
God Bless America & God Bless Our Rising!
Outstanding!
Powerful and proud and so very honest are your words.
John Michael Domino
Regis
I Love This Piece Of Poetic Art You Have Penned
The Last Lines Blew Me Away!
Very Lovely Wording Poet!
"No, it asked for water instead, but still got none
Nevertheless freedom was never thirsty
It took empty cups and made them half full of faith
Freedom tapped its tin cup against iron bars
Making a racket all night long
Until someone stopped,
Listened and heard,
Freedom Ring!"
I Get Chills On Spine & Shoulders Again Re-reading....wow
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie
excellent job poet; keep up the good work!
Always,
Rene Reyes
Cryssa
Freedom tapped its tin cup against iron bars
Making a racket all night long
Until someone stopped,
Listened and heard,
Freedom Ring!
Pamilla
Hello Chris glad to make your acquaintance here through your visit and words. "For Freedom" I grasped(gasped), gnawled and chewed the entirity of this presentation in every way,superb! "It took empty cups and made them half full of faith" a mouthful, one has to if you truly believe.
A belated welcome to the den to you,
~Gwendolyn
Continued blessings and all enlightenments to you
-Bannerman
Wow! I am floored by your creative talent for imagery Chris! Amazing you are, with your thoughts!
Freedom can be heard STILL, in our hearts LOUD and STrong! ESpecially when we can compare and that can SCARE!
STay Positive!
WRite On! YOu are talented and I am readin'
Warmed in the Spirit, Warrior Purple Lady Sweet Sheooxoo
P.S. Thank you for gravitating over to my corner and staying awhile ( I hope you come by anytime and read what is on my heart and mind) AS I write all genre's! Dark, Erotica, Romance, Humor, and Inspirational, etc.
May FREEDOM Reign, so far it is! With all our soldiers fighting while they can! and some dying from a losing battle, that sicken's me! I need to stop there or there will be tears...
It reminds us that we are the ones who can keep it alive, make it travel and lend it our voice.
This is a great poem against an illness called resignation.
Greetings,
Axilea
Be safe,
Karen