By Andrew R. Duckworth
Like the roar of tires on an interstate,
Freedom travels north.
And freedom lives with resolve,
A heart clinging to life support,
But growing stronger,
Moving further down a packed freeway,
Bumper to bumper with those who live
To see a freer day and not the alternative.
Freedom travels north
And the day was sure to come,
When those who value liberty
Would take their plight to the city.
No protest is comfortable,
No demand for fairness pretty,
But freedom rests on wings,
Wings meant to soar,
When the rulers choose not
To hear anymore.