The Price of Freedom

Submitted by Damaris Ann on Fri, 09/12/2014 - 05:21

Freedom is like a tree that has been growing on the street-corner ever since I can remember. It was tall and green when we moved in, but it gradually had more and more dead branches. Nobody noticed that it was dying until one day when it fell over.
Our freedom has been gradually taken away from us, but nobody has noticed because the government has been taking away one little seemingly unimportant right at a time, and nobody will notice how restricted we are until we are all in chains.

Wake up, America!

I hate Amerika, but I love America.

Author's age when written
15
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