WHAT PRICE OUR FREEDOM?

Distant cries
red-tape lies
Helicopter flies chopping the skies
Hot LZs
Memories

Drop to the ground; listen for sounds
Charley's around
Hands are Bound
Gotta keep on trying
Sick of the dying

Stop this war!
What's it for?
Real estate; to make Generals great
Marines dealt death by the hand of fate

Where is the logic
where is the good
when life depends on steel and wood?

Rifle jam!
Thank Uncle Sam
Blood seeping into Vietnam

Home in a bag
Name on a tag
Steel box draped with the American Flag

No welcome home
Just buried alone
Bonded by a granite stone!

What Price Our Freedom?

Richard D. Preston
©1999

Page created: Saturday, 27 May 2000

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