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A POEM OF HISTORY AS WELL AS FUTURE
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Fri, 30 Jun 2000 21:27:52 -0400
RE: A POEM OF HISTORY AS WELL AS FUTURE
"A VISITOR FROM THE PAST"
Copyright 1986 by Thelen Paulk
P.O. Box 437, Watervliet, MI
49098-0437
I had a dream the other night, I didn't understand. A figure
walking
through
the mist, with flintlock in his hand. His clothes were torn and
dirty,
as he
stood there by the bed, He took off his three-cornered hat, and
speaking
low, he said:
"We fought a revolution, to secure our liberty. We wrote the
Constitution,
as a shield from tyranny, For future generations, this legacy we
gave,
In this, the land of the free and the home of the brave."
"The freedom we secured for you, we hoped you'd always keep. But
tyrants
labored endlessly, while your parents were asleep. Your freedom
gone, your
courage lost, you're no more than a slave, In this, the land of
the free
and the 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 in choosing
how the
money's spent."
"Your children must attend a school that doesn't educate. Your
Christian
values can't be taught, according to the state. You read about
the current
news, in a regulated press. You pay a tax you do not owe, to
please the
I.R.S."
"Your money is no longer made of silver or of gold. You trade
your wealth
for paper, so your life can be controlled. You pay for crimes
that make
our nation turn from God in shame, You've taken Satan's number,
as you've
traded in your name."
"You've given government control to those who do you harm, So
they can
padlock churches, and steal the family farm, And keep the
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. Your
daughters visit doctors so their children won't be born. Your
leaders
ship artillery and guns to foreign shores, And send your sons to
slaughter, fighting other people's wars."
"Can you regain freedom for which we fought and died? Or don't
you have
the courage or the faith to stand with pride? Are there no more
values
for which you'll fight to save? Or do you wish your children to
live in
fear and be a slave?"
"Sons of the Republic, arise and 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 vanished, in the mist from which he came. His
words were true,
we are not free. We have ourselves to blame. For even now as
tyrants trample
each God-given right, We only watch and tremble, too afraid to
stand and
fight.
If he stood by your bedside, in a dream while you're asleep, And
wondered
what remains of our rights he fought to keep, What would be your
answer,
if he called out from the grave? Is this still the Land of the
Free and
the Home of the Brave?
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