Perfect Unison Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Solid, imagining the perfect unison that continues to
exist within every American, patterns and designs are
fathomed from the beginning of time.

Still here to create our strength in numbers, reaching
for heights, never forgiven in times of distress and
war from within as we silently amass our protection.

Sharing it with one another only as we sit back, locked
and loaded, knowing that our militia is growing ever
faster.

Regular every day people with plenty of answers, weapons
and inner strength, a mass of people no one will be able
to reckon with, it will be their end not ours for sure.