The Patriot Poem by Chris Todd, Jr.

My arms raised above my head,
My hands placed rigidly behind my head,
Eyes glared, not from fear,
But from the growing hate I’ve felt,
For the government sworn to protect us,
My country, my land, my home,
It’s nothing anymore, not to me,
Torn away from what I love,
This land I do not know anymore,
For those who’ve fought before me,
I give my grandest adjure as I swore,
To protect all that they fought for,
And died for,
The red, white and blue still,
Waves proudly deep within me,
My heart bleeds these colors dead,
I’ve given my all to keep our rights,
That time unraveled,
All that I knew was at a standstill,
The life I once knew vanished before me,
The love of my country burned deep within me,
Our Constitution, left burning,
In the streets as if a mere piece of paper,
I watched the Tyrant fool you all,
All but a select few,
We banded together as times grew tough,
For me though, it was too late,
Sold out by the family that adored me,
Carted off like cattle to the slaughter house,
How could they do this to me?
Sent to their camps to wait for death,
To serve them and do their bidding,
All the years I swore it would happen,
The premonition now true,
But this is not for me, not for us,
We fight till we die, and for the rights,
Of all of the sheep that wander before us,
Rebel, Revolt, Revolution, as we take over our prison,
60,000 strong, but only for so long,
The men and women who stand with me,
My brothers and sisters at arms,
Now fighting the country we so adored,
Let the blood of past Patriots be our guide,
And hope that our aim is true,
Holed up, strung out, life is a tough go,
When you’re all wanted dead, terrorists,
In the land we love,
Their attack was swift and brutal,
I watched many of my brothers and sisters,
Fall to their demise, and watched,
The life drain from them, the blood seeping from them,
And fought harder in their honor,
My aim is true, my shot is quick,
I watch the men sworn to guard me,
Fall like heroes now lost,
Sent to Hades to drift amiss,
But now it is all me, I’m all alone,
My brothers, my sisters, all dead before me,
Some missing limbs, some torn open,
Brutal head shots, brain matter splattered everywhere,
Such is the horrors of war,
But now I stand before you,
My arms raised high above my head,
My hands placed rigidly behind my head,
For the revolution,
I’ll gladly give my life…