Freedom by Ambrose Bierce
I’m going to post this with very little comment from me other than to welcome you to this month’s theme: FREEDOM.
The reason for posting this should be fairly obvious. And by way of commentary, I shall simply give you a couple of definitions written by Ambrose Bierce himself:
Freedom, n. Exemption from the stress of authority in a beggarly half dozen of restraint’s infinite multitude of methods. A political condition that every nation supposes itself to enjoy in virtual monopoly.
Liberty. The distinction between freedom and liberty is not accurately known; naturalists have never been able to find a living specimen of either.
I hope you enjoy this poem.
Freedom
by Ambrose Bierce
Freedom, as every schoolboy knows, Once shrieked as Kosciusko fell; On every wind, indeed, that blows I hear her yell.
She screams whenever monarchs meet, And parliaments as well, To bind the chains about her feet And toll her knell.
And when the sovereign people cast The votes they cannot spell, Upon the pestilential blast Her clamors swell.
For all to whom the power's given To sway or to compel, Among themselves apportion Heaven And give her Hell.
This poem is in the public domain.
Originally posted July 1, 2021
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