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
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
on it last

they have
slit its throat
in its blood

Will the patriots
Will the patriots

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


Posted on 03/23/2010
Copyright © 2023 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.

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