A 911 Call
by Lorie Sjogren
Mourn our dead enshrined in dust
Of rising billows churning,
Then defend their sacred trust,
Freedom's Ports are Burning!
Sound the cry from Shore to Shore,
To arms we must be turning.
Avenge them now or never more,
Freedom's Ports are Burning!
Come down who see no black or white
From Ivory Towers of Learning;
And see the gray dust blight the light,
Freedom's Ports are Burning!
Rise up Great Country, Free and Strong,
For justice we are yearning.
Raise the sword to right the wrong!
Freedom's Ports are Burning!
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