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, …showed first 75 words of 1291 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1291 total…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!