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Freedom Fries
Freedom fries.
Freedom burns.
Freedom hurts.
They were right—
freedom is not free.
You simply have to
sacrifice yourself.
-Paul Whiting
(a.k.a., Small All White in the Forest)
"I am no barrier to its sun; the light and I are as one!"
My Poetic Notes:
The reason that I wrote this poem can be summed up with the following statement: I wrote this poem as a response to when "then Republican Chairman of the Committee on House Administration, Bob Ney, renamed the menu item ("French Fries" to "Freedom Fries") in three Congressional cafeterias in response to France's opposition to the proposed invasion of Iraq."
And this poem was only published on my "Small All White in the Forest" blog.
This poem was written in Portland, Oregon.
-Paulee
"Freedom fries" from Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia—which is funded primarily through donations from millions of individuals around the world, including this blogger (I make a totally affordable monthly donation):
"Freedom fries is a political euphemism for French fries in the United States. The term came to prominence in 2003 when the then Republican Chairman of the Committee on House Administration, Bob Ney, renamed the menu item in three Congressional cafeterias in response to France's opposition to the proposed invasion of Iraq. Although originally supported with several restaurants changing their menus as well, the term fell out of use due to declining support for the Iraq War. Following Ney's resignation as Chairman, it was quietly reverted."
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freedom_fries
This "Small All White in the Forest" Post No. 059 was edited on February 10th, 2024.
"Poetry is using the fewest words possible in order to describe all that is possible to describe." –Paul Whiting [June 1st, 2022]
