I was trying to finish this poem when I suddenly realized I didn't need to finish it. I want you to finish it. Anyone who cried, write a verse.
With the dawning of the day
When all the old is passed away
When Freedom came of age -
When the sorrow of our shame
Was consumed in freedom's flames
And Justice slipped its rusted chains -
When the whisper became a roar
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Hate and fear were shown the door
And freedom rang from shore to shore -
Traded the hangin' tree
For the tree of Liberty
Thank God Almighty, we're free -
And I cried.
JC Garrett is a freelance writer and Constitutional scholar from the piney-woods of East Texas.
Mr. Garrett owns and operates an independent recording studio, plays several instruments, writes, sings, and produces music.
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