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[aid] => Mick
[title] => The Stars of Freedom
[time] => 2003-06-27 17:35:00
[hometext] => (I am proud to say that this is my best poem).
[bodytext] => The night stars, although miles away, Cast their hypnotic illumination. Making the hope of a free country seem Tangible. With their brilliancy they create The illusion that life is adequate. I know, so many, that are unwilling to commit. As I prepare my excessively rehearsed speech, I try to stay focused on the cause. Gaining confidence I cross the room, at an utterly Slow pace. I gaze upon the faces of those, whom Are etched in my heart. I ponder the numerous possibilities of How we could have fallen apart. My family looks upon my face, with such grave Anticipation, I am forced to continue. I explain my purpose in leaving them, to fight For, in which I believe. They plead for me not To go, for if I do, death is no longer a mere stargaze. To my dismay, there is no way to comfort them in This haze. I pack my bags with grand defiance, fighting Hostile, abusive urges. I know my choice is right, and many others shall Benefit when the time comes. I leave the place I Called home, for so many years. I try not to look back, for if I do, I shall see Their tears. A few months later, amidst the dead I stand, Viewing the horror and chaotic fury. The world around me, seems to crumble into a Dark void. The putrid stench of death lingers In the shadowy corners of my mind. Within invisible walls, my heart is forever Confined. The smoke fills the once, blue sky as a Reminder of all that has passed. The world becomes a convolution and I Am lost within the depths. Deep swirls of Confusion envelop me in the cyclone. When I awake, I am lying in a bed, Unknown. I realize I have been wounded and will No longer have to face the atrocity. Stangely this is the most content I can Ever remember being. Relief surges through My weak veins. I feel replenished and finally, hope, I Shall contain. In 1783 America triumphs, we gain Independence, we are now free. We can live our lives feeling a superior Glory. I honor those who's lives were lost, And hold them dear. The night stars shine and are now, Forever clear. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 190 [topic] => 28 [informant] => punkwthn [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Patriotic )
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