And home of the brave
Might as well be an understatement
Free to worship
Sing
And possesion of arms
But freedom can be defined
In different ways
Are you really free
If your soul
Isn't free without worry,
Without doubt
And without the knowledge of
The single fact of destination
After death
We claim our freedom before we know what freedom actually is.
Did we forget that we had turned our backs on those who needed help the most?
Are you unaware that people had come to us for refuge, for a safe place
And we looked in the other direction.
Did we forget?
They didn't.
And yet are continuously forgiving.
I vow, as a citizen of a country
That is broken
I remember that as a whole,
The mirror will never break the
Same way twice.
And I will stand for humanity
and life.
I wasn't there to here the cries of agony
Or feel what it would
Feel like to
Have everything,
Absolutely everything I posses
Taken away from me.
My home
My belongings
My family
Everything.
But I will
never stand by and watch
The lives of others
Just dissipate away.
Never again, will we let this happen.
How is it that there are people
Who deny such a tragedy
To never happen
When there are facts
And wholesome evidence of
Victims who still tell their stories today?
Why is it that the fact, whether proven by evidence or just the
Specific knowledge
Is the ones that people choose to
Ignore completely?
Shalom.
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