Category: Poetry for Patriots

Somehow or other we have lost Our right to hear the facts We keep our face stuck to a screen Informing us how to act  To abrogate our

This war is about to reach its end The final battle’s near The soldiers on both sides prepare Their marching orders clear  Never in our country’s life Has such

Ever sit around your own campfire With you and just your son Discuss the things that really matter The ones you’ve lost and the ones you’ve won  To listen to

If we’ll all stay calm and just play dead They’ll blame it on the virus With COVID-19 on their side They know they can control us  We hear them tell so

Sittin’ round this crackling fire The flames they are a lickin’ Smoke is following the prettiest one And it’s hot coals starts a flickin  To sit at dusk and watch these flames That

The quietness of these mountain slopes The stillness that surrounds me A gentle breeze blows through the firs A silence you can almost see  Back in the city

Driving through these mighty hillsMy ears they are a poppinThe road goes through this mountain passDon’t see a place for stoppin The majesty that I

We are such a gullible group We believe all that we hear Whether on TV or the internet We accept their truth is clear  This information assaulting us These

We the people are about to loose The freedom that we hold As our leaders tell us what to do And we do as we are told  From staying

As I walk this plain of mine And troubles rise before me I know there is a helper strong Whose task is to protect me  He goes in