[EternalVigilance]

Fifty-eight Thousand, One Hundred and Seventy-eight

Just a short walk
Up from the banks of the Potomac
Is a Wall
Invisible from the street
Sunken
Only found by those who seek it out

Names inscribed in granite
Signifying so much more
Guarded by bronze sentinels
Armed with memories
Of blood and fire

As this week in history ends
Those who despise America gather
Near that hallowed ground
To spew their hate
And publicize their ignorance

May tens of thousands
Of America's hero's ghosts
Haunt them
As Anarchy attempts
To open Tyranny's door

EV

[Kathy in Alaska]

"Fifty-eight Thousand, One Hundred and Seventy-eight"

Thanks, EternalVigilance, for sharing this poem. We Will Never Forget!!