"The Price of FREEDOM"

So many shouts against our FLAG,

So many screams of hate and rage.

As with their freedom they do yell,

Against wars of past, present days.

A flame erupts among the crowd,

As Red, White and Blue does burn.

More shouts by those so naïve,

To blind, to young to ever learn.

Then in the midst a soldier stands,

medals pale still shine with pride.

Scars of wars on his face do show,

upon a steel chariot he does ride.

"Know you not of men that died,

of women sent to early graves.

As for your freedom they did stand,

So many heroes, so many braves.

Rows of stones, forgotten names,

Proud soldiers laid to peaceful rest.

Did die for that FLAG you so burn,

With their life they gave their best."

Silence swept among the crowd,

As this soldier stood in pain,

Rendered one more sharp salute,

As then heaven’s angels came.

A broken heart stopped that day,

Too much for one proud soul to bear.

So vivid memories of friends that fell,

So strong the past, still so unfair. 

So if you do not know the price,

of your Freedom soldiers died to save.

Look at yonder rows of stone,

for that price, they Proudly gave.

.........a proud Veteran.

by Jose G Acosta