I wrote this little poem at the beginning of the decade of the Nineteen-nineties. Most of the conditions which I described here have changed significantly. Others have not. This poem expresses my feelings at that time. It is important that we preserve our history in poetry. How else will we understand what was really happening to our society? Facts do not tell the whole story.


Ring, Freedom, Ring!

The Liberty Bell
The Liberty Bell

America, your day in the sun may be past.
You began with such great promise.
Hearts leaped high as a new day dawned.
Now greed has made you old and fat.
Ring, Freedom, Ring!

A new day seemed to dawn in Tianenman Square.
The Goddess of Democracy was raised,
But the tanks and the guns beat her down.
Ring, Freedom, Ring!

In Berlin, where many had died,
The wall came tumbling down.
It was here that hope again arose
As Eastern European nations turned to democracy.
Ring, Freedom, Ring!

Now as Mother Russia faces her new day,
People are dying and hope is rising.
Will they also embrace freedom's sway?
Ring, Freedom, Ring!

South Africa, lost in social strife,
Is reaching for the stars.
Will love succeed where hate destroyed?
Is peace or death the end?
Ring, Freedom, Ring!

As men and women together cry,
"Are we to live or shall we die?"
We stand together at freedom's gate.
Oh, brothers and sisters will you join and sing?
Ring, Freedom, Ring!

-Copyright (c) by Jay D. Weaver, 1990


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