Blackout
No One
I do not scream or yelp I do not call out when injured Because I know There is no one here to help Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Freedom flame. Content Warning.
In the land where freedom's flame burns bright, Beneath the sky of endless night, A nation forged, a dream to share, With open hearts and minds laid bare. From sea to shining sea it spans, A tapestry of dreams in hands, Of farmers toiling in the fields, Their sweat and labor, strength it yields. In cities bustling, towers rise, As dreams ascend to touch the skies, The melting pot of hopes untold, A symphony of stories, bold. Through amber waves of grain so vast, A promise echoes from the past, Of liberty and justice true, In every hue of red and blue. With every step on sacred ground, A history profound is found, Of struggles faced and battles won, In the rising of the morning sun. From Ellis Island's hallowed gates, To Rockies' peaks and Great Lakes' fates, A journey shared, a promise kept, In promises of freedom, wept. In amber fields where poppies dance, A solemn tribute to enhance, The bravery of those who stood, Defending freedom, nationhood. United we stand, divided we fall, A truth embedded in the call, Of a nation, indivisible, With shared ideals, invincible. In amber glow of twilight's grace, The spirit of the land we embrace, In every heart, a flame aglow, A love for freedom, strong and slow. The eagle soars in skies above, A symbol of the land we love, With wings outstretched, a soaring flight, Through challenges and darkest night. As rivers weave their winding tale, Through mountains high and valleys frail, A metaphor for life's own stream, A journey vast, a waking dream. In classrooms where young minds ignite, Knowledge blooms in morning light, A beacon for the future's quest, In every student's earnest test. With open arms, a welcome wide, For all who seek to stand beside, In unity and brotherhood, A common bond, where all are good. So in this land where dreams take flight, In every day and every night, Let freedom ring, let voices soar, In the land that we adore.
By Deepu Keshar3 years ago in Poets
