(From memory. Sorry, I forgot the author's name ... Timely nonetheless )
A MESSAGE FROM THE PAST
Heroes dead brought me a dream, the truth to understand;
A patriot appeared to me with flintlock in his hand.
His clothes were torn and bloody as he stood beside my bed;
His look was iron, his face was hard, and this is what he said:
"We fought a revolution to secure your liberty;
We wrote the Constitution as your shield from tyranny.
For future generations, a legacy we gave;
And brought to you a land that's free, a home for all the brave.
The liberties we fought to gain, we thought you'd always keep;
But you let liberals have their way, and you fell fast asleep.
They've taken all your freedoms now, and you are but a slave;
For you have failed this land once free, this home for all the brave.
You purchase travel permits, permits to own a gun;
Permits to start a business, or to build a place for one.
On real estate that's in your name, you're taxed as lifetime rent;
And you have no say at all in how that tax is spent.
Your children must attend a school that doesn't educate;
And Christian values can't be taught. They offend the Godless State.
With biased news displayed for all in your lying, slanted press;
You pay a tax that is not owed to evil I.R.S.
Your money is no longer made of silver and of gold;
Your wealth consists of paper notes that keep your life controlled.
You sanction crimes that make our nation turn from God in shame;
You've chosen number 666, and Satan has your name.
You've given liberals vast control, so they can do you harm;
Send tanks to burn your churches, and steal the family farm.
They keep the country deep in debt, put men of God in jail;
Harass this country's patriots, while corrupted courts prevail.
Can you regain the freedoms for which we fought and died;
Or don't you have the courage, or the faith to stand with pride?
Do you have some values for which you'd fight to save;
Or is your wish that citizens be chained just like a slave?
Sons of the Republic, please arise and take a stand;
Defend your Constitution, the Supreme Law of the Land!
Preserve this 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 are true, we are not free. We have ourselves to blame.
For now as evil liberals trample each God-given right;
We only watch and tremble, too afraid to stand and fight.
So if that patriot came to you, in dreams, while you're asleep;
And wondered just what good became of rights he fought to keep.
What would be your answer, if he called out from the grave;
Would your choice be freedom, or a future as a slave?
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