
| The sighing of the breeze of life speaks to the heart and soul, And the call for Freedom echoes deep in the hearts of all the bold. While the soaring eagle overhead curses loud at tyranny’s whore, the footsteps of the honoured dead march to the drums of Freedom’s War. The taste of fear is overpowered ©Anthony W. Pahl |
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