Soldier, Soldier, cries the child <br />My father is a freedom fighter <br />He is fighting for me and my family <br />He is giving his life for his home land <br />The sun rises and falls on him <br />Our enemies have fallen in numbers as dawn comes <br />We will be free form our enemies <br />We will have much to celebrate soon <br />We don't eat even in the hour of noon <br />The reason? that our hearts are with father <br />We will be like him when we grow up <br />Our land will be at the top <br />We will earn respect form the on lookers <br />And as a child, I cry for other fathers<br /><br />Shelley Cornelius Phillips<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-father-is-a-freedom-fighter/
