Sonnet XXVI – An Independent Spirit’s Shaded Hue

The day which marks our freedom dawns anew,
But just what freedom’s for is in dispute.
An independent spirit’s shaded hue
Offends by choosing now withheld salute.
Of which side doth I speak – the left or right?
Thou cannot tell from quatrain number one
Was party preference checked when sent to fight?
I wasn’t born – I know not what was done.
Somehow I think it mattered not, and so
United marched the phalanx ‘gainst the wrong
Which sought to toss our freedoms to and fro.
Yet some don’t feel the right to here belong.
We don’t have freedom right if this is true;
How free we all remain depends on you.


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