Freedom through the press

good, got help from a Yale student very persuasive. FREEDOM THROUGH THE PRESS         by Tears streamed down a broken face That stared to the ground where his father lay At lexington was he dying this day For a battle lost, and a war begun. In a young boys hand, A father lifted his head To look at a son, so confused and afraid Who understood not, for what his father bled Why he would fight, …

…for what reason must these things burn like fire in our hearts? Democracy: n. Freedom.         Those who have died in the struggle for free media do not die in vain. They die a hero's death in the struggle for democracy. Then With inhuman strength, A father lifts dying fingers to sky Pointing to a cloth, flying on high His heart burns like fire, beats like a drum As with his last breath he whispers FREEDOM!