The Price Of Freedom Poem by Anthony Foster

May God protect you Angela?
We can all hear your cry of grief,
May you all gain your rights and freedom?
And the world breathe a sigh of relief.

It’s the passion of incredible bravery,
Of sticks and stones against guns,
How could you do this Gadafi?
You are slaughtering Libya’s sons.

The price of happiness is freedom,
The price of freedom is blood,
The price then becomes a small one,
When defending the ones that you love.