The Price of Freedom

by Richard Hill, May 2004


Freedom isn’t free we hear

The politician says it clear


Give up your sons, says he

You shall pay that mine be free


Our cause is noble

Our God is just!


We’ll pay the cost, so let it be

Yet pay again that mine be free


The hell he lives

The price so hard


The smell, the taste, of death you see

Is for another’s child that mine be free


Death once caused

Is never done


Burning flesh his mind does see

It lives again that mine be free


His body wracked

His head held high


Your pain and hurt will always be

The price you paid that mine be free


Our honored dead, the lucky ones

They paid the price and so be done

The politician saved his son…