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The Patriot Poem
I had a dream the other night that, well I didn't understand;
A figure walked in through the mist with a flint lock in his hand!
His cloths where torn and dirty as he sitten'r by my bed;
He took off his three cornered hat and speaking low to me he said.
"We fought a revolution to secure our liberties;
We wrote the constitution as a shield from tyranny.
For future generations this legacy we gave;
In this the land of the free, and home of the brave.
The freedoms we secured for you we hoped you'd always keep;
But tyrants labored endlessly while your parents where asleep.
Your freedoms gone, your courage lost, you're no more than a slave;
In this the land of the free and home of the brave.
You buy permits to travel and permits to own a gun;
Permits to start a business or to build a place for one.
On land that you believe you own you pay a yearly rent;
Although you have no voice or say how the money is spent.
Your children must attend a school that doesn't educate;
And your Christian values can't be taught according to the state.
You read about the current news in a regulated press;
And you pay a tax you do NOT owe to please the IRS.
Your money is no longer made of silver nor of gold;
You trade your wealth for paper so you life can be controlled.
You pay for crimes that make our nation turn from God in shame;
You've taken satan's number, and traded in your name.
You've given government control, to those who do you harm;
So they can burn down churches, and seize the family farm.
And keep our country deep in debt, put men of God in jail;
Harass your fellow countrymen, while corrupted courts prevail.
Your public servants don't uphold the solemn oath they've sworn;
And your daughters visit doctors, so their children wont be born.
Your leaders send artillery, and guns to foreign shores;
And send your sons to slaughter fighting other people's wars!
Can you regain the freedom, for which we fought and died;
Or don't you have the courage or the faith, to stand with pride?
And are there no more values for which you'll fight and save;
Or do you wish your children to live and fear and be a slave?
Oh sons of the republic arise, take a stand;
Defend the Constitution, the supreme law of the land.
Preserve our great republic, and each God given right;
And pray to God, to keep the torch of freedom burning bright."
As I awoke he had vanished, in the midst of whence he came;
His words where true we are not free, but we have ourselves to blame!
For even now as tyrants trample each God given right;
We only watch and tremble, to afraid to stand and fight.
If he stood by your bedside in a dream while you where asleep;
And wondered what remained of the freedom he had fought to keep.
What would be your answer, if he called out from the grave;
"Is this still the land of the free, and home of the brave?"
God Bless You, and God Bless this Republic. (what remains of it)
I had a dream the other night that, well I didn't understand;
A figure walked in through the mist with a flint lock in his hand!
His cloths where torn and dirty as he sitten'r by my bed;
He took off his three cornered hat and speaking low to me he said.
"We fought a revolution to secure our liberties;
We wrote the constitution as a shield from tyranny.
For future generations this legacy we gave;
In this the land of the free, and home of the brave.
The freedoms we secured for you we hoped you'd always keep;
But tyrants labored endlessly while your parents where asleep.
Your freedoms gone, your courage lost, you're no more than a slave;
In this the land of the free and home of the brave.
You buy permits to travel and permits to own a gun;
Permits to start a business or to build a place for one.
On land that you believe you own you pay a yearly rent;
Although you have no voice or say how the money is spent.
Your children must attend a school that doesn't educate;
And your Christian values can't be taught according to the state.
You read about the current news in a regulated press;
And you pay a tax you do NOT owe to please the IRS.
Your money is no longer made of silver nor of gold;
You trade your wealth for paper so you life can be controlled.
You pay for crimes that make our nation turn from God in shame;
You've taken satan's number, and traded in your name.
You've given government control, to those who do you harm;
So they can burn down churches, and seize the family farm.
And keep our country deep in debt, put men of God in jail;
Harass your fellow countrymen, while corrupted courts prevail.
Your public servants don't uphold the solemn oath they've sworn;
And your daughters visit doctors, so their children wont be born.
Your leaders send artillery, and guns to foreign shores;
And send your sons to slaughter fighting other people's wars!
Can you regain the freedom, for which we fought and died;
Or don't you have the courage or the faith, to stand with pride?
And are there no more values for which you'll fight and save;
Or do you wish your children to live and fear and be a slave?
Oh sons of the republic arise, take a stand;
Defend the Constitution, the supreme law of the land.
Preserve our great republic, and each God given right;
And pray to God, to keep the torch of freedom burning bright."
As I awoke he had vanished, in the midst of whence he came;
His words where true we are not free, but we have ourselves to blame!
For even now as tyrants trample each God given right;
We only watch and tremble, to afraid to stand and fight.
If he stood by your bedside in a dream while you where asleep;
And wondered what remained of the freedom he had fought to keep.
What would be your answer, if he called out from the grave;
"Is this still the land of the free, and home of the brave?"
God Bless You, and God Bless this Republic. (what remains of it)
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