Freedom

Freedom
By John A. Wilson

To worship my God in the way that I chose
To publicly speak my mind as I will
To print whatever I feel is the news
And earn my keep according to my skill

To travel when and wherever I may
To be judged by a jury of my peers
To vote as I wish on Election Day
To choose the music that falls on my ears.

These freedoms are but a few that we know
In this country that I call home
Where our freedom has been allowed to grow
And people are free to settle or roam

But freedom is such an uneasy thing
And the price oft-times is war's ugly sting