Analysis of Freedoms Price

Freedoms Price
by R L Karlowsky

The thunder now silent, the flash is dim,  
men once standing, lay cold and grim.

The blade once shiny, now stained with wear, the meadow thick emerald, shown scarlet and bare.

Men of youth, no more burden to carry,  
puffed chests of pride, they will never marry.

Broken shadows, where brave men borne,  
a letter to home, unfinished and torn.

Once a mother's child, to hold no more,  
her hope and dreams, were off to war.

Entombed in the earth, a marker now stands, for freedoms price, a life it demands.

© R L Karlowsky 2008