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The Gift

By Mark Crocker

I was a solider who gave you a gift.
My gift to you took all I had.
I gave up my body for you
Now I am gone remember what my gift was.

I gave you the gift of freedom.
I gave you the gift of peace.
I gave you the gift of the right to whine.
I gave you the gift to choose how you live.

For without my gift you would not be able to do as you wish
You would not be able to vote for who you want
You would not be able to choose your own religion
You would not be able to speak freely

I gave you the gift of never seeing the true face of war
I gave you the gift to travel wherever you want to go
I gave you the gift to complain about the government
I gave you the gift to send you children to what ever school you want

Without my gift you would not be free
You would not be free to watch on TV what you wish.
You would not be able to pray to the god you follow
You would not able about to travel where you wish

I gave you the gift to complain about the price of gas
I gave you the gift to make stupid mistakes
I gave you the gift so you can protest what you wish
I gave you the gift to disrespect my bothers and sisters in arms

For without my gift you would not be able to do all that you wish
You did not know who I was
Nor did I know who you are.
But I gave up my life so that you can live as you wish

©Tuesday, March 25, 2008 Mark W.D. Crocker
(published in Weblogs, www.innis-dubh.net 3/25/08, used with permission of author.)


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