An old man came to me, one day,
Some tears were in his eyes,
" Sir, please tell me it isn't so, " he said,
" I heard some freedom died. "

" Down in my local barber shop,
Unfell your horrid story,
Which nearly made this old heart stop,
For, I had fought for Glory.

And, I had fought for Freedom,
And fair equality.
My dispensation of injustice,
Gave rights to you. You see?

And now a court in our own land,
Has up and broke the law.
They say you took a stubborn stand,
Alone, against a wall.

They say a judge had fixed your trials,
With two lawless fiends in crime,
Then, stole your children's sacred smiles,
And Justice was not blind.

So few remember Normandy,
Though many fought and died.
We kept the fascist crowd at bay.
We fought for rights, with pride."

The old man walked away in grief,
With pain he could not hide,
Since what he sought, in disbelief,
With Freedom's fight, had died.