The Resistance - Poem by Bryan Pegram
I was taught as a child, the “land of the Free, ”
Even as an adolescent that’s all I could see.
“Home of the Brave” was flowing through my blood,
Then all of a sudden I heard a thud.
The sound in my chest was crying out to me,
My heart was screaming there is no more olive tree.
No more branch or peace for there to be extended,
The freedoms we had have now ended.
The image of a patriot was tainted in my brain,
And it’s not the solider that walks in vein.
The politicians hold all the blame,
They are the ones who stoke the flame.
Their lies and deceit can no longer be hidden,
It’s out in the open, no longer forbidden.
The American people are opening their eyes,
The government puppets can’t hold up their disguise.
The revolution is coming because we didn’t learn from the past,
This time it’s not red coats that we must out last.
It’s our own kind coming from Capitol Hill,
And they come with the intention to imprison or kill.
So swim upstream or be lost out to sea,
The government is coming, even if you disagree.
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