freedom at what cost

I have changed my picture for all to see the dead , with his red , white , and blue. He is the proud and true. He frought in the many wars , so strong and brave. Only to come home each time to deal with the pain. Sometimes walking , sometimes not. Some came in a box and they did not have to see. The way others were kicked and cuessed , all because they frought for you and me. Yes now you say sorry dude, this is so,so, late. You say if we only knew we would have been there for you... This is not the turth , you will kick the next man too..Now the cry is for work and food ,on every street and in all our towns. See now is the time to stand with your sister and brother black ,white,brown,share your bread .This is only a little of the cost.