Stripes
By John W. Vander Velden
The
flag flies over our land, stars in a field of blue, and stripes of white and
red.
Years ago there were those that acted upon an untried
dream. They risked all…their homes…their
families…their lives…in the hope that a new
thing was possible. Pain and
sacrifice the price willingly paid to a future unborn. Ordinary men and women…shopkeepers…business
owners…farmers…stood together demanding only justice…a fair shake, but they
began a social experiment not yet complete.
We are heirs to those bold, who together changed the
world. We are the next to carry the
dream yet unfulfilled. Shall we not look
forward toward the possibilities…rather than dwell upon past mistakes? Shall we not move boldly seeking the very
things our forefathers yearned? Shall we
not strive to make this nation a beacon of hope in a dark world?
We owe future generations our best. To build upon what we have been given…given
by those that have stood before…stood facing boldly what must have seem
insurmountable odds to give us freedom.
Freedom purchased with hero’s blood and whip’s stripes on defiant backs.
(190 Words) 6-14-2013
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