Republic Falling by Keith D Allison The Sun touches the flesh Cleanse in the warmth but spring's blooms yet in its infancy the depth of snow coming howling on the next breath I drew first breath when freedom reign born to a free land but the butchers they want its death My America Lingers on it last breath they have slit its throat Marching in its blood Will the patriots Rise Will the patriots Rise The Socialists restructuring the DNA they mock the founding fathers ways singing the songs of the new constitution Sweet government let it control the breath of man Raise not your breath touch not your sword for your hands feeble the government will feed your soul 03/23/2010 Posted on 03/23/2010 Copyright © 2024 Keith D Allison Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 03/23/10 at 09:37 PM This nears the apocalyptict. But, I get the drift, and it's well said. Seems in a republic, the thing governing and the thing governed are one in the same, and there is only a permitted authority to enforce an optional obedience. Ponderous. Thanks. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)