Freedom Train
written by: James Yesley
Peculiar, how their memories slip.
Silenced, is the cracking whip.
Nations’ foundations, of granite boulders.
Held aloft on unpaid shoulders.
Landmarks, bridges and railways.
forced perspiration and long days.
America’s dark past, passed.
No one’s sure how long it will last.
The revolution that no one wants.
Another four years, same old dunce.
If you listen, you can hear the sound.
War drums thunder across the ground.
The last will be first and the first will be last.
Or else, I fear we’ll repeat the past.
Born and raised in southern IL, holder of menial jobs, part time gunsmith and avid firearm enthusiast. Full time writer.
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