by Gibblet 11/12/16
Icy prison of deep cold blue.
An army of one: abandoned and alone.
Freedom’s voice is raised in vain and dies
waiting for an echo which never returns.
Heart of valor pumping a billion pints of
red-blooded American hope
starved of liberty’s pure air.
Solemn head and wounded heart
upon the frozen hearth of Pilgrim’s dreams,
defy resignation to
a future corrupt with pretense and greed.
At the door of quiet death…a sound.
And not the feeble beating heart,
but a chorus raised in wonderment and praise.
Indeed, other souls are near!
Frozen tomb melts to the ground
and now I see I’m not alone,
as stoic Soldiers stand in awe
to squint against the rising sun.
I shout, “Were you there all along?”
Resounding across the fruited plain
the answer comes in unison,
“We are one, we are one…”
Prisoners Of Treason! March together,
under freedom’s banner drenched red with Patriots blood.
Driven by the spirit of authentic American hope
we will engage and vanquish liberty’s foes!
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