A Dream of an American Patriot

I came across this poem over 10 years ago and now as I read it, it seems more relevant now then it was then.  It was written in 1986…how did the author know where we were headed? How did he know we would let our liberties just slip away without even a fight?

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 the 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 permits 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 choosing how the money’s spent.”

“Your children must attend a school that doesn’t educate.

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