<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=388270" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lift Your Voice To The Wind.... (For Frank)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">i kneel...<br>on time worn knees, <br>facing the distant hue<br>of the Statue Of Liberty.<br>and touch the hallowed ground, <br>that Jefferson and Adams dreamed, <br>would give birth to a freedom....<br>never before seen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and now even the shadows shiver<br>with the indignity of the lie.<br>the ghosts of the freedom fighters, <br>howl in mourning.<br>the truth suppressed<br>by the hands of greed, <br>the eyes plucked from their sockets, <br>tongues stapled to the pavement.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">they're burning books in America, <br>they've chained freedom of speech.<br>beneath the stink of ignorance, <br>and a false morality.<br>they murder, and call it war.<br>they make their living from poverty.<br>they treat their women like cattle, <br>send their children to prison.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">they would still every voice, <br>and put fetters on wings.<br>they would silence beauty, <br>and nail the casket shut...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">yet somewhere i know, <br>you still carry the light.<br>burn the bridges behind you, <br>and reach for the stars.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">lift your voice to the wind...<br>for it carries your name!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eric+Cockrell">Eric Cockrell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=388270" data-title="Lift Your Voice To The Wind.... (For Frank) de Eric Cockrell" data-description="i kneel... on time worn knees, facing the distant hue of the Statue Of Liberty. and touch the hallowed ground, that Jefferson and Adams dreamed, would give birth to a freedom.... never before seen. and now even the shadows shiver with the indi..."></div> </div> </div>

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