Let Freedom Ring

It seems only fitting that I am putting this poem on the site just before the 4th of July.  I don't remember when I wrote it, but it's not too bad, I think.

There is a cry
That people shout
And they believe it
Without a doubt.
Let freedom ring.

Black slaves cried it
In the Civil War.
They got a little freedom
And shoulda got more.
They cried let freedom ring.

You heard it in World War
One and Two.
In the Revolutionary War
You hear it, too.
Let freedom ring.

If World War 3
Should come around
No force could try
To silence this sound.
Let freedom ring.

From the West Coast
To the east,
The sky, the ground
Below our feet
Hear freedom ring.

You can't drown it out
Though you can try
How beautiful
The patriotic cry.
Let freedom ring.

The people that yell it
Don't always win
So they'll keep on shouting
Again and again.
Let freedom ring.

How beautiful the spacious skies
And the amber waves of grain
The purple mountain's majesties
Above the fruited plain.
Let freedom ring.

Lock me in a prison cell.
I'll shout it anyway.
The sun will freeze
And pigs will fly
When freedom doesn't ring.

I love to hear it said
Like a sweet melodious chime.
C'mon.  Let me hear you yell it
One more time.
Let freedom ring.