Some say freedom is agiftplaced in our hands by our forefathers. Some say freedom is a humanrightthat none should be denied. Some say freedom is aprivilegethat can and will be seized if taken for granted. Some say freedom is thekeythat opens doors otherwise meant to imprison. Some say freedom ispowerto do, to be, to say, and to accomplish what the oppressed cannot. Some say freedom is aresponsibility—a weight to be carried and shared by those willing to protect it. Perhaps freedom is all these things. But in my eyes, I see freedom as atreasure. It is a gem so rare and precious the fiercest battles rage over it. The blood of thousands is spilled for it—past, present, and future. Where true and unblemished freedom exists, it shines with perfect clarity, drawing the greedy masses, both those who desire a portion of the spoils and those who would rob the possessor of the treasure, hoping to bury it away. Without freedomI am a slave in shackles on a ship lost at sea. With freedomI am a captain; I am a pirate; I am an admiral; I am a scout; I am the eagle souring overhead; I am the north star guiding a crew; I am the ship itself; I am whatever I choose to be. HAPPY INDEPENDENT DAY to my mama Land .
Posted on: Wed, 01 Oct 2014 06:45:15 +0000
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