Their cold, dead hands

by Wolfpoet

We fight, we bleed, we die.

It's the same in all things, wthether the fight is physical, mental or philosophical. We fight, we bleed and we die. Hero is a posthumous title, you get it presented to your next of kin on a nice folded flag.

The other guy is bigger, badder and better equipped. He has your freedom and you are left with the scraps he throws you, like a faithful dog at his heel. Sure you WANT to bite the hand that feeds you, but what's the point? You'll get slammed back into place if you try.

Our ancestors fought for their rights and won, now look where those rights got us? Beginning to think the poor bastards that our fore-fathers crushed had a point? They stood for what they believed in, fought for the freedom and got themselves killed in the name of unity, in the name of democracy. Now look at that country under the Union flag today, not very united anymore is it?

So while we drink our morning tea and read the papers, our freedoms slowly start to disappear. Sure those papers and TV tells us of the shit around the world, lebanon in ruins, Iran testing missles. The domestic section speaks of cricket scandals and evil terrorists. We nod our heads as the government does what it thinks is best.

A government enslaved to the will of foreighn powers, sending our soldiers to die in a cause that was never our own. A government that used our army in a war of conquest, just the kind of war we swore never to fight again. A bloody history of invasions and subjugations, a history we had tried to put behind us. Now we are back again in the same damn countries we invaded before and it will have the same results, the same consequences.

But we have our cup of tea and "human rights", no need to rock the boat, they know best. In the name of freedom they are destroying the freedoms we once held so dear. Freedoms we fought to protect, freedoms our people died to safeguard.

Once a people raised their fist and yelled "freedom", stood for what they believed, refused to surrender their lands and liberty. In the name of a united nation we crushed them and forced them to serve our crown. Perhaps it's time to learn their lesson and stand up for our own freedom, our own land and liberty. But perhaps if we did it would have the same result.

The promise of freedom, blood-stained and grasped in their cold, dead hands buried on a forgotten field.

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