Who Are The True Patriots?
Often, I sit in silence, as my mind drifts to days long lost … too, nights where horrors many did brightly light the skies… where men’s cries shall never end. There, I ponder the weight of it all… What sorrow did gain and what tears many shed? ‘Tis but the mournful memories of patriots long dead… Whose hearts doth shout… give me liberty or give me death… that resounds in my soul.
Did freedom so loosely lay itself in death's way… That men presently, would trample upon their grave… Upon the memory of those… whose lives did bleed… That they may live. Where does this arrogant nature in men come… Too, take lightly the pain of others, who suffered death? Where is their true memorial?
Does it lie in the mouth of those who so glibly label their death… tyranny? By what horrible exercise… of imperial power… did they die? And to what land do they now lay claim? For in their pain, they suffered for nothing more… than man should live free… Free from the tyrant's rage and the ignorance of lesser men.
Where then comes this cry from the high places in our land… Too, slander the brave and heroic… Our forefathers, and their progeny… Whose house they built, that we may live in freedom… How do these men speak and live… What manner of people hold them in high esteem… Those who rob the graves of the righteous, who steal the sacrifice of liberties… guarantors.
Woe… to this perverse and wicked generation… Whose unthankful and derelict nature doth tare at the wounds of those who fed the Tree of liberty… that they may be free.
RA Nelson
Col. US Army (Ret)
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