by Anne G
A minute man stands in the square,
a proclamation in his hands.
He stands erect with head held high,
and reads the parchments well inked words.
Screw you King George, this land is ours.
We fought The Crown for freedom’s sake,
and won the Revolutionary War.
Freedoms taxes and indifference,
American War of Independence.
Two centuries and thirty-two years have come and gone.
At times it seems our forefather’s struggles were for naught.
A man stands tall within the square,
a proclamation on his lips.
The words he speaks fall on deaf ears.
To Kings and Queens up on The Hill,
your actions speak to all the ill,
your love of country all but nil.
History’s lessons have been forgotten,
power and fortune, ill begotten.
Waning freedoms, taxes, waste;
abuse, indifference all too great.
Times have changed, the tide has turned,
our present enemy lies within.
A government fractured and concerned,
not for the people but for themselves.
Here ye! Here ye! One and all.
Our Nation’s future is on hold.
Speak up, demand, our hard won rights.
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I write because I am:
Driven to distraction by the inequities of the society in which we live.
Motivated by cruelty, abuse, ignorance and indifference.
My intention: To poke, prod and provoke!
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
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