I Had a Dream

I Had a Dream

I had dream the other night, well I didn’t understand. A man walked through a mist with a 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 to me 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 freedoms we secured for you in hopes you would always keep. But tyrants labored endlessly while your parents were asleep. Your freedom’s gone, your courage lost, you’re no more than a slave. In this land of the free and home of the brave.

You buy permits to travel and permits to own a gun. Permits to start a business, permits to build a place for one. On land that you believe you own and pay a yearly rent although you have no voice how the monies are spent.

Your children must attend a school that doesn’t educate and your Christian values can’t be taught according to the state.

You read about the current news in a regulated press and you pay a tax to please the I.R.S. Your money is no longer made of silver nor of gold, you trade wealth for paper so your life can be controlled.

You pay for crimes that make our nature turn from God in shame. You’ve taken Satin’s number and traded in your name.

You’ve given government control to those who do you harm, so they can burn down churches and seize the family farm. They keep our country deep in debt they put men of God in jail. Harass your fellow countrymen while corrupted courts prevail.

Your leaders send artillery and guns to foreign shores and send your sons to slaughter fighting other peoples wars.

Can you regain the freedoms for which we fought and died, or don’t you have the courage to stand with pride, and are there more values you would fight to save? Or do you wish your children to live in fear and be a slave.

Oh sons of the Republic arise and take a stand, defend the Constitution the supreme law of the land. Preserve our great republic and each God given Right, and Pray to God to keep the torch of freedom burning bright.

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

If he stood by your bedside in a dream while you were asleep, and he wonders what remains of the freedoms he fought to keep, what would be your answer if he called out from his grave?

“Is this still the land of the free and home of the brave?