Freedom

Muslim president
usurper of the throne
hemorrhaging across the land
freedom laid to waste
Flag thrown in the gutter
dispirited, without hope, bleeding within
stunned look on too many faces
bumper stickers saying
don’t blame me I didn’t vote for him
lame excuse
but they just have to say something
dark cloud hovers
smothers and settles down
freedom’s just another word
if spoken gets you sent to the “camps”
works its charm
keeps people quiet
keeps people informing on neighbors
on strangers, even family
citizen army strong, regular army decimated
a terrifying time for some
utopia for the rest
history déjà vu all over again
resistance stomped into the ground
only one voice
The Messiah
ineffectual person in charge
distorted and perverted use of the Constitution
their gods are power and silencing opposition
teaching school children his praises
allowing no descent
run, rabbit, run
hope and change, hope and change, hope and . . .
justice denied
the bully pulpit
the bully street thugs

a faint flame burns for freedom
kept alive by those who understand
by those who risk death
all this
written about
in my novel
Margaret and David: A Love Story

©December 6, 2009 / Jerry Pat Bolton