When surrounded by lies,
When all around you dies,
When those you elect betray,
What is left, to pray?
Prayers are fine,
But so many go unanswered,
Sit, do nothing, is also tempting,
When cowardice is exempting,
Faults that should be exposed,
Lay passive, are not in time disposed,
As 'political correctness'
Becomes the only desired mode,
But one thing I will say and swear,
Once you lose your hard earned Freedom
You will not find it Again, Anywhere,
So, those who are still free,
Beware, beware, beware and prepare.
us FREE men are growing in numbers and with love we'll die fighting tyranny with every drop of our blood
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem Sandra. Well put! !