Boston Tea Party, Dec.16,1773 Poem by Laurence Overmire

Mohawk on the warpath
White man looking in the glass
Fingers dipped in pitch
Paint to mock the sovereignty of
British rule

The Sons of Liberty met in their
Indian fashion, on the wharf
United in one rebellious spirit
Torches in hand, ready to do
The indemnable deed

Slipping past the sentries
Ships made open to repair
Taxation without representation
An abominable slur on the
Divine right of free men

The tea dropped like so much
Confetti into the drink
A heady brew for the militant
Mind, yet not a drop of blood
Shed to sully their noble cause

The abuse by the wealthy
The privileged
Those high and mighty lords
No longer to be tolerated
On these American shores

Free men with free will
A force with which to be reckoned
In the dire circumstance of these
Troubled times
And woe to the red-coated foe

Who dared stand in the way of
Justice.

~ Laurence Overmire