Ambrose Bierce

(24 June 1842 - 26 December 1913 / Horse Cave Creek, Ohio)

Freedom - Poem by Ambrose Bierce

Freedom, as every schoolboy knows,
Once shrieked as Kosciusko fell;
On every wind, indeed, that blows
I hear her yell.

She screams whenever monarchs meet,
And parliaments as well,
To bind the chains about her feet
And toll her knell.

And when the sovereign people cast
The votes they cannot spell,
Upon the pestilential blast
Her clamors swell.

For all to whom the power's given
To sway or to compel,
Among themselves apportion Heaven
And give her Hell.

Blary O'Gary.


Comments about Freedom by Ambrose Bierce

  • Gold Star - 8,044 Points Herbert Guitang (7/8/2015 6:00:00 PM)

    A deep poem and an old piece. I will give 10. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 114 Points Shanike Sydoney Palmer (7/8/2015 11:17:00 AM)

    Very lovely, we all want freedom, its the icing on the cake (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 22,671 Points Kim Barney (7/8/2015 8:47:00 AM)

    It would be too kind to say that this is a mediocre poem. Bierce was a great teller of short stories but his poetry leaves much to be desired. And what is the meaning of the name Blary O'Gary at the bottom? Can anyone tell me that? (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 33,355 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (7/8/2015 3:47:00 AM)

    Freedom that enjoys the world over and pertaining to freedom this poem so important. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 27,492 Points Edward Kofi Louis (7/8/2015 1:56:00 AM)

    Sovereign people. Nice work. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 9, 2001

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 29, 2012


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