once upon a story told of a place one could be free where books were yet to hold tales of it's land and sea and on it's shores, the story goes by the edge of sea and sand whispered calls from tidal flows told of freedom in this land the people heard this call and leaving plow and till they fled from their oppressors and all the social ill they fled from tax assessors who never got their fill they fled from unfair judgement when bowing heads in prayer they fled for love of life somewhere freedom filled the air and on this land they built this new home of the free and fought a war to wrest it from the old world past the sea and win they did this war for life this war to hold their land death was not an unjust price for freedom was at hand and then they came to ponder this new land they had won to govern was but wonder they never before had done for fools they'd known amending in governmental dress such sows of surplus spending without evil to confess so off they chose to righteousness from that they'd never stray they'd be the champions of goodness their prodigy would say and by moral execution and ethics tightly grasped they wrote their constitution forever would it last and the people saw the writing these words borne of the heart with all their lofty claiming it gave them all a start for how could such entitlement though richly penned and sound yield the underlayment of a nation newly found but now those days are gone it seems where new worlds can't be found where sons may go to find their dreams where freedom still abounds for now such freedom has been lost through faulty sense of right while wrong is served at heavy cost by those who've lost their light and thus through wars and those who died this nation has been free from evil acts of those who've tried to bring it to it's knees but what bewilderment is this forever should we rave to let our government enlist this country as it's slave for all that was and in this light dishonor do we do to those who paid to win the fight to keep this nation true yet one by one we've seen them lost these freedoms won by fire and as they leave so do the ghosts of freedom's unborn sire.
Reason for writing:
servants of a goverment we've become.
it's supposed to be the other way around.
this is the fault of the people for heaping their
peaves upon our government to resolve. The government's
role should be relegated to the common defense of
the country and little more. Matters of commerce
and social pitfalls should not be the fare of a
federal government. That is the prop of big government.
We scream bloody foul at the Fed for it's blunders
but we, the people of these fifty States that are
supposed to be cognitively poised to further this nations
prosperity are, without much exaggeration, clueless.
A simple contrast? We kick our President like an old stray dog
for his bad parlour tricks but are we aware of the millions
and millions of taxpayer dollars being lent to other impoverished
nation through American banks AND GUARANTEED BY OUR FEDERAL
GOVERNMENT?? THESE FOREIGN GOVERNMENTS CAN NOT PAY THIS MONEY
BACK. THEY KNOW IT AND SO DOES OUR FEDERAL GOVERNMENT. THESE
FOREIGN GOVERNMENTS STAFFED UPON NEPOTISM AND THEY ARE LAUGHING
UP THEIR SLEEVES AT US. Phew! That really sucks. But, no fear,
we have a President doing bad pet tricks in the White House
to keep us entertained and distracted from the real tragic
issues we have empowered our government to cause and propagate.
Birth sign: Leo
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