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Sacrifice
by Barry
Bright
FreeKentucky.com
Hail ye there
Children of Liberty
Have ye forgotten so soon,
Pioneer prints in bloodied mud
Mule-pulled plows turning dusty sod
On ridgesides too rough for modern tools
Families trusting all possessions in prairie schooners
Casting off all to the mountain in quest of another side
Those who prayed and played and fought and sacrificed childhood
So we can take for granted what they only dreamed their heirs might know
A God who opened a continent, a promised land, with his Word and pioneer faith
Missionaries of Christian civilization, who brought both terror and eternal
salvation
What it means to leave all one knows, with no hope of hearing from home ever
again
To be tossed across ocean and pursued through forest by savages, both heathen
and "civilized"
Brothers against brothers, how for the want of understanding both sides were
deceived by suited liars
Hails of steel, fire and lead permeating air, the last breathed by grown
children of those who would be free.
Common Law Copyright 1998, by Barry Bright
"War is an ugly thing but not the
ugliest of things; the decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic
feelings which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse. A man who has
nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than
his own personal safety, is a miserable creature and has no chance of being
free unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than
himself."
--John Stuart Mill
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