This is America, see her stars.
This is America, behold her stripes.
From these fields you came, from cities large and townships small.
With fortune smiling, some returned,
But none returned with pieces all.
Each coin I spend for me I do because you paid a price.
My thanks alone are not toll enough.
Thinking of you once a year? Hardly a vice.
Instead, I look to the fields for signs of your toil;
Remembering freedom as a misnomer- gift with a cost.
Liberty paid for with many lives lost.
Never Forget. Work for what is right.