| Teen Poetry #9 |
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Grandfather Part II |
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pen&paper Senior Member
since 2006-06-06
Posts 513
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I fear, Old One, That in your ignorance You have confused fear With respect. I feel neither. Rather, only anger, At my freedom lost. Odd...no, ironic, isn't it, That what you fought in war to give, You take away? Or you try, anyway. But I know freedom. It is not something a country can give or possess. Freedom comes from within. You know not freedom, For it is mine. And when I leave, As soon I must, lest my spirit die, You, too, will be free. Odd...no, ironic, isn't it, That what you fought in war to give I have the power to take away? |
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