John I Nash
My Call To Arms 2015 Honorable Blood. - Poem by John I Nash
Revolution that is the solution to the problems in this place and space they call the USA.
We no longer have the freedoms we have traded away for security that at best is fleeting and at worst nonexistent.
Freedom! is paid for with blood, Security is a myth that is paid for with stupidity.
Together we have sacrificed all on the altar of political correctness, when in our hearts we knew, it was the wrong thing to do.
Look at this, look at that, but never at a fact.
Our leaders are corrupt one and all is my call, inept all.
Take up arms, against the ones who harm, bring them to justice, the peoples justice, in the peoples court of justice where the Constitution reigns supreme and no one is deemed above the law. Laying waste to their place of occupation will be our salvation.
No flag draped coffins for these tyrants who have wasted our youth, sons and daughters of us all, then abandoned the call for nothing at all, blood on their hands all.
Time to stand up and take our country back. Cleanse our land of these diseases that infects it's very soul, political correctness and all.
Military brothers bear no arms against the ones who honor your sacrifices but join with right causes. This is your country, paid for in honorable blood and death, do not allow it to be dishonored by those who seek to oppress your families and make you servitude to evil actions all.
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