Now the wounded are coming home.

They

are missing legs,

pieces of hands,

someone's face is

badly burned.

Our cameras capture them

while their souls

are still alive.

Guitars

that

will

never

be

played.

and I think

one should

express it.

For there are those

who say freedom

will not ring.

I know my neighbors to

be good people.

I know you to be my

brother and sister.

Unity

Let freedom ring.