No Kings Day Poem by Oran Brucks

On the streets, hear our American voices rise and declare
While we gather, steadfast, free and brave.
With signs held high, we chant and sing,
'No throne, no crown, no tyrant king! '
Our voices echo from the East's salty Coast to the West's parched shore,
A protest born from Liberty's core.
Not out of hate, but history's freedom call—
A stand so tyranny might fall.
For etched in ink, Red, White and blue,
The Constitution guides us through.
No royal blood, no privileged clan
Shall ever rule our free land
We march for free speech, with rights we declare,
The truth will be boldly shared.
The First Amendment shields our cry,
To speak, assemble, and question why.
Democracy is not a gift for the rich alone,
But built for all to share, for which we will not atone
We raise our voices to charge the tyrant's gate,
With no fear, we boldly chant the challenge to a King's fate.
No crown shall rise where free Americans stand,
That star spangled banner we proudly wave
O'er the land of the free and home of the brave.