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A Visitor from the Past
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| by Thelen Paulk |
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I had a dream the other night,
I did not understand
A figure walking through the mist,
with flintlock
in his hand
His clothes were torn and dirty;
As he stood their 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
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 a permit to travel,
and a permit
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 does
not 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 IRS
Your money
is no longer made
of silver or gold
You trade
your wealth for paper,
so your life can be controlled
You pay for crimes
that make your nation turn
from God in shame
You've taken Satans number,
as you 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 swore
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,
to fight other peoples wars
Can you regain
your 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 would 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 teach each God given right,
and pray to God to keep the torch
of freedom burning
bright..." |
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