To Live Life As We All See Fit.

To Live Life As We All See Fit. prose poem

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Freedom an all important right in this country
coming from faith and mercy
hundreds of years ago
Control is now becoming a standard way of life,
being told what to say or how to live is not the way one should have to live .
Government promoting its ideas on Congress or the bill being passed due to the efforts of lobbyist.
The highest person sitting in the peanut gallery
waving hundreds like it was a common practice to decide others fate.
Weaving like drinking sailors trying get back on the ship.
Mothers saying to the son don’t go to battle, your serving is just fighting the outsource; of un-won battles due to others ambitious greed.
Love for others started out with our founding fathers who struggled over the fight
to gain all of us great freedom.
We need to remember what they did for us before it’s too late for all of us in this
Freedom is a right not to be given away to pressure or a useless treasure.
This country is for us, let us not be against it.
It’s our heritage bought by our forefathers for a right to see life as we all see fit.

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