FREE! FREE! FREE!
Uncle Tree is not For Sale!
~ He already owns himself ~
— twice over —
That’s what makes him
FREE!
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Steady is the hand
keeping balance in the land
as it measures the cost
of freedom on demand
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A hero’s song unsung
off the tip of a silent tongue
reminds us of the place where
only the good die young!
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With red roses near
blue skies that stretch for years
those broad stripes and bright stars
prepare our youth for tears
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“Left, right, left…” we stride
to breach the great divide
We must march together
or risk this nation’s pride
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If In God We Trust
but for more loot we lust
the Golden Calf we’ll praise
half buried in the dust
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About face!
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As one united nation
let us move in the same direction –>
towards a day worth remembering,
and a history worth repeating!
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Here
is a sight we seldom see:
union in tragedy.
Lights from the heart light up the dark,
showing the way to be.
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Humanity longs to be free,
not knowing the longing itself.
Humanity longs to be loved,
not knowing freedom itself.
Humanity longs to give aid,
not knowing to help itself.
Humanity longs to know itself,
not knowing itself afraid.
Humanity longs to be brave,
not knowing courage itself.
Humanity longs to be itself,
not knowing it longs to belong.
Humanity longs to love itself,
not knowing
love is the longing.
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O, I shall be a slave to love
In seed, a sap I’ll be
Me merry martyr loves to shove
when cliff is over sea
Or I could be an earthworm
who doesn’t think too much
I’d be free to dig and squirm
until the sky I touch
A high is up, a low is down
Free means – I was once caught
To gain a smile and lose your frown
let go of worthless thought
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