The Price of freedom

America's sacrifices, scars, and the true cost of freedom beneath the broken promises.

They promised stars, but gave us scars,  

A tapestry torn, beneath battered bars.  

Promised skies with endless grace,  

But handed me pain in this forsaken place.

This is the price of freedom- 

Blood on the soil, tears in the rain,  

Broken dreams wrapped in ash and strain,  

A nation built on sacrifice and pain.

The stripes bleed red, the stars burn black,  

Silent screams beneath the flag’s attack.  

We march through fire, through crack and roar,  

What freedom's worth, I ask, what’s it for?

Promises made in glitter and gold,  

Now tales of betrayal, stories cold.  

They say “liberty,” but mean “control,”  

And leave us hollow, broken, and sold.

The ghosts of the fallen haunt every street,  

Their silent cry, a bitter heartbeat.  

For what we gain, we pay in tears,  

A price we bear through endless years.

This is the price of freedom-

A flame that burns, a wound that’s deep,  

A promise shattered, a soul to keep.  

In this land of dreams, we bleed and we weep.