Seas of Freedom

Wouldn't you think the seas of freedom

Should be a heavenly place at sea,

Where one could take a piece of bread

To feed humanity.

Just happy peace doves flying in tranquility,

Then a light blue sky

Takes on a darker hue,

As noise of engines interrupt !

A silent moment to change the view.

The bird of peace is chased by crows,

As lead from guns

Is pounded into those

Those,

Whose numbers, are higher than the months

Within a year.

They did go without regret or fear,

But love of justice, of which the price is dear!

(c)Maxine Jackson