In the beginning… sweet Liberty's dream,
the rights of the one… held in esteem.
Sovereignty’s blessings… ideas so bold,
secured by the blood… of patriots old.
But over time… a hidden few,
directing order… a world that is new.
Where all of us… are blinded sheep,
who bow ‘fore them…

and serve their ‘need’.....................

The dawn of true terror is at our front door,
elitists who want us on knees,
they wish us in shackles because in their brains
we’re just too damned dumb to be free.
Lusting for power and massaging their greed,
driven by rose-lines and tyranny’s seed.

They’ve divided by party, by race, and by creed,
grown hatred from root to the stem.
They know if we bicker and are hating each other
we’ll ignore the true enemy - them.
Their flower is blooming - we must heed the call,
united we stand… and divided we crawl.

Destroy the distractions they with hammer us with,
don’t drown in the toys you’ve achieved.
Harness your wits and think for yourselves
and unlearn all the lies you’ve believed.
For what is at stake is too cherished to lose,
to think, act, and worship - to live as we choose.

Wake up and realize that all that you love
is about to be gone with the breeze.
If that which you value has any true worth
you’ll surrender your pale apathies.
Reviving the spirit of ‘don’t tread on me,’
when the stars and stripes both numbered thirteen.

So get out of your armchairs - gather your friends
and prepare, for the horror is near.
When they start marching they will not relent
‘til they’ve scorched everything you hold dear.
I won’t speak for others, but I’ll swear by this claim,
I’d rather die standing… than kneel in their chains.

Original Copyright © 2007 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.
Written August 2007
About Stone...
Known in many (albeit small) online circles over the past 15 years, Stone Bryson is a poet, storyteller, and essayist. He is working on various writing projects, and lives what he describes as an 'analog life.' He resides in Jackson County, Missouri.

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