| In Another Land |
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The children are laughing and screaming delight At the sounds of the firecrackers, day and night. The beautiful colours of freedom appear, With bursts of bright colours high in the air! I know how they're feeling. I once was a kid. Maybe not so elaborate but, I did what they did. We laughed and we shouted, our freedom assured Because of what patriots and soldiers endured. In another land, the sounds that the firecrackers make Would fill all with fear of another mistake; In a land where the laughter is only from knaves, As they torture and lead humans to their own graves. In a land where their torture is sick to the core, You hear, are amazed; for some suffered more. Was it human minds that thought up these acts? Surely, no human could make such attacks. A culture set free, once again, cost our blood. Will the people there pay, realizing the good That was the gift of American lassies and lads, Of children who did without Mothers or Dads? Will they thank, will they praise, will they set aside days To remember the brave boys who paid; offer praise? The world hears the pleas, as the good Book says, "Peace, Peace!" and the rest of the phrase. The Peacemakers cry, and so it should be, "Peace! Peace! and be truly free! Peacemakers, rise to the ultimate call; Children of God, blest freedom for all!" Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called the Children of God. Matthew 5:9 |
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