Visitor from the Past
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I had a dream
the other night, I didn't understand.
A figure walking
through the mist,
in his hand.
His clothes were
torn and dirty,
as he stood there
by my bed.
He took off his
low, he said:
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.
we secured for you,
we hoped you'd
But tyrants labored
while your parents
gone, your courage lost,
you're no more
than a slave.
In this, the
land of the free and home of the brave.
You buy permits
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.
have no voice in choosing, how the money's spent.
must attend a school that doesn't educate.
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 of 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.
Satan's number, as you've traded in your name.
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.
visit doctors, so their children won't be born.
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!
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're asleep,
And wonders what
remains of our Rights he fought to keep,
What would be
your answer, if he called out from the grave:
STILL THE LAND OF THE FREE AND HOME OF THE BRAVE?"