I must be cranky today!?!
Hey O
Dark the Patriot’s rage, hot the fire within
And a mortal man stands up against the din
Enough is enough, no more can a soul stand
And fall if I must, your actions must be banned
Faith was lost with the first of your damn lies
And trust eroded by honor lost as hope flies
I am just one of many who see the falsity of you
Echoed in every step and word and deed you do
My land, that shining city on the hill you demean
By every word you speak, ever act we’ve seen
Freedom has a price, and clearly we need to pay it again
If we want a chance to be better then your socialist din
I’m an American, and all that entails of honor and trust
And I will not abide your driven cruel nationalist lust
I defy you and your ilk, ruining all for power political gain
There can be no rhyme or reason for such acts insane
Evil is as evil does, and you will find that in the end game
The joker in the pack, will be one wearing your own name
We are going restless, seeing that which fuels our fire
And you and yours will have to deal with that white-hot ire
You act as if you were my leader, and that can’t be true
For you, I reject, by each self-aggrandizing move you do
Teleprompter puppet leaning left in hate of American ways
Times a coming when we, the pipers, you’ll have to pay
You’ve gone too far and going further still, at a tyrant’s pace
Hoping the unwashed masses don’t revolt and stop this race
Seeking to conquer all before the awakening of their anger hot
Making children your mindless minions with lies into robots
Four years, and then we get the chance to ruin all you wrought
And we will remember the evil that you have done and sought
We’ll remember and pay it back in the voting booth with glee
And the failed socialist utopia you crave we’ll dump, you’ll see
Along The Road
In my mind is a bridge, an old stone and wooden arch
beneath it a stream of time, my aching thirst to parch
Memories carried to the sea of Time, and then beyond
to distant ancient places this day hasn’t yet dawned
There, to await me again, in a distant eternity so fair
where my tattered soul can heal and renew with care
Over the bridge, a great willow bows in graceful peace
the silence of that moment will shed pain in sweet release
Amid the branches flit the shadows of the Tanager’s flight
singing of praises with their open hearts illuminated bright
The wind sings through the trees in muted chorus sweet
as the shadows chase each other to Life’s rhythmic beat
The ancient road comes from a distant past, going on
passing over the bridge and curving off till dawn
Draped by the cool shadows of the willow’s caress
a traveler pauses, to recover from the journey’s press
I long to rest there, to find that inner peace I so desire
for I am weary, my road so long, from which I tire
Mountains I have climbed to converse with a star
up in such clear air, where everything is on par
Canyons narrow and dark, rocky wounds in the earth
I explored, to discover the road not taken, yet so of worth
I sailed seas to find a distant shore back to home again
Memories of them all to later wash away all old pains
Here is a link that I think you will like.
http://thefireline-jer.blogspot.com/2008_06_29_archive.html
It offers writings of our forefathers, Presidents, our Congressmen, Senators. It breaks down where we were when the Constitution was authored, what has happened to it, where it is heading.
I found it very interesting, and clearly formatted.