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The Ghost From Valley Forge


THE GHOST FROM VALLEY FORGE
(author unknown)
I had a dream the other night I didn’t understand,
A figure walking through the mist, with flintlock in his hand.
His clothes were torn and dirty, as he stood there by my bed,
He took off his three-cornered hat, and speaking low he said:

We fought a revolution to secure our liberty,
We wrote the Constitution, as a shield from tyranny.
For future generations, this legacy we gave,
In this, the land of the free and home of the brave.

The freedom we secured for you, we hoped you’d always keep,
But tyrants labored endlessly while your parents were asleep.
Your freedom gone – your courage lost – you’re no more than a slave,
In this, the land of the free and the home of the brave.

You buy permits to travel, and permits to own a gun,
Permits to start a business, or to build a place for one.
On land that you believe you own, you pay a yearly rent,
Although you have no voice in choosing how the money’s spent.

Your children must attend a school that doesn’t educate,
Your moral values can’t be taught, according to the state.
You read about the current “news” in a very biased press,
You pay a tax you do not owe, to please the IRS.

Your money is no longer made of silver or of gold,
You trade your wealth for paper, so life can be controlled.
You pay for crimes that make our Nation turn from God to shame,
You’ve taken Satin’s number, as you’ve traded in your name.

You’ve given government control to those who do you harm,
So they can padlock churches, and steal the family farm.
And keep our country deep in debt, put men of God in jail,
Harass your fellow countryman while corrupted courts prevail.

Your public servants don’t uphold the solemn oath they’re sworn,
Your daughters visit doctors so children won’t be born.
Your leaders ship artillery and guns to foreign shores,
And send your sons to slaughter, fighting other people’s wars.

Can you regain your Freedom for which we fought and died?
Or don’t you have the courage, or the faith to stand with pride?
Are there no more values for which you’ll fight to save?
Or do you wish your children live in fear and be a slave?

Sons of the Republic, arise and take a stand!
Defend the Constitution, the Supreme Law of the Land!
Preserve our Republic, and each God-given right!
And pray to God to keep the torch of freedom burning bright!

As I awoke he vanished, in the mist from whence he came,
His words were true, we are not free, and we have ourselves to blame.
For even now as tyrants trample each God-given right,
We only watch and tremble — too afraid to stand and fight.

If he stood by your bedside in a dream while you’re asleep,
And wonder what remains of your right he fought to keep.
What would be your answer if he called out from the grave?
Is this still the land of the free and home of the brave?

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Time To Put Your Shoes On

Some of you I’ve been talking to, ( I won’t mention any names) think that socialism would be ok. After all we are almost there anyway. It couldn’t be any worse than what it already is. Let me assure you, it can get far worse. Take a good look at Cuba. How about China? How about Russia? I’ve seen Czechoslovakia first hand. People in the 2 k zone had to ask permission to go out and hang their clothes on the line. I saw East Germany after the wall came down. It was cold, grey, drab, and the people were totally subdued. Some think our Constitution is old and needs to be changed. How would you like to live in a country without free speech and the right to protect yourselves? What wants to live that way? Who wants you to live that way? Dictators do, of course. The Constitution is a set of enduring principles codified into law. Our founders wrote them to establish a government, but keep it limited and off our backs. Find me a better one? Samuel Adams wrote, ““If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude than the animating contest of freedom, — go from us in peace. We ask not your counsels or arms. Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you. May your chains sit lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that ye were our countrymen!”

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