After New Year's Eve Poem by James McLain

The people are still on this side of their now,
And must wait until it comes.
Violent thug's, let loose from he, will soon come,
To begin to round them up.

Anchor less,
Their boat's without hope, without light's
will float far off into the night and be lost to the dawn.

How much longer must we live under the rule
Of fear.
Conquer and divide U.S. our very own born here
living
Under that now useless document, excluded from
Their dream that is theirs.

Muslims cannot now come to our shore's,
Under the rule of our Democratic law's they would
In their cliques live not amongst U.S.
And use their votes to change America to reflect that
From whence they came.

Verily those whom suffer from mental illness will
Seek no treatment,
For theirs is but that their single path to violate there
Trust and all of their records
Hence from their youth will be given over to the
Government.

Proven thus out by their attaining their majority,
And having no records,
When attempting to purchase a fire arm and
Having their medical records
Will not contrary to the second amendment be
Able to buy one.

As darkness falls whom will rise,
Most without voice cannot speak and would
You thus
Claiming the light, will you raise your voice up,
Your very identity, your home and your life?
Verily to you I would say,
Being a coward, staying safe, raising more coward's
To some is how staying weak, makes them even stronger.

Thus the beast in the book that you constantly preach of,
They will number U.S.
So and place a chip the size of a grain of rice in each
Babies head, upon birth.

Thus at any time of your life, they type your number in,
And poof - go the non productive poor,
Or maybe you when reaching old age and keeping you alive,
Costs to much and then your numbers typed in and
You simply drop dead, on some floor.