Jun 16, 2008 | 3:06 PM
Category:
Political
A Visitor From the Past
I had a dream the other night, I didn’t understand.
I saw a figure walking through the mist, with a 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 your liberty.
We wrote the Constitution, as a shield from tyranny.
For future generations, this legacy we gave.
In this sacred land of the free and the home of the brave.”
“The freedom we secured for you, we hoped you’d always kept,
But tyrants labored endlessly while your parents slept.
Your freedom's gone, your courage lost, you’re no more than a slave.
In this once shining sacred the land of the free and the home of the brave.”
“You need documents to travel, and permits 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 how the tax is spent.”
“Your children must attend a school that doesn’t educate.
Your Christian values cannot 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 I.R.S.”
“Your money is no longer made of silver or of gold.
You trade your wealth for paper, so your life can be controlled.
You pay for crimes that makes our nation, turn from God in shame.
You’ve taken Satan’s 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 corruption does 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 will 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, we have 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 slept,
And wondered what remains of Rights he fought to keep,
What would be your answer if he called out from the grave:
“Can this place once again be called land of the free and the home of the Brave?”
Author Unknown
