We Are the Free

As the ripples fade
in the twilight hours,
And the soldiers salute
with perfect rhythm,
Fireworks blaze
into darkened skies.

Tears of mothers
drip and dry
on hard baked asphalt,
it's a hard day
for the free,
when symbols crumble
and fall.

Rebuilt strong-holds
of family and freedom
expand and enlighten,
we are one,
and we have won,
with hearts and minds,
not guns and bombs,

We are the free.

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