Poetry

A Visitor from the Past



  		   A Visitor from the Past
*Author Unknown* 			 
   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 my  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.   			 
   Is 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 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 religious values can't be taught according to the  state,   			
			 
   You read about current news, in a regulated press,   			 
   You pay a tax you do not owe, to please the IRS.   			 			 


			 
   Your money is no longer made of Silver and 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 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  
			 
   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 the 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?   			
			 


			 
   People of the Republic, Arise and take a stand!   			 
   Defend the Constitution, The Supreme Law of the Land!   			 
   Preserve our Great Republic, and God-Given Right!   			 
   And pray to God, to keep the torch of freedom burning  bright!   			
			 


			 
   As I awoke he vanished in the mist, from whence he came.   			 
   His words were true, we are not free, and we, 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 wonders what remains of our Rights he fought to keep.   			 
   What would be your answer if he called from the grave,   			 
   Is this the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave?