A Revolutionary Prayer -- Update

In 1776 men, rifles and sharp knives in the woods of New York Where there were small farms, wood homes and barns, With sheep, a cow, a horse, a porch with a handmade rocking chair Near a neighbor or village made by a few who came by ship Man by man, and a woman or two who took that dangerous trip A relative taken by a northern tribe who then lay sleeping While she swam across a creek then found by the village men Who were searching to find her with their rifles and torches A precious valuable rarity a young and healthy woman And they took her home to the village where the family began And the men fought the British for their farms and freedom The British from Scotland and Britain their once ancestors To protect villages and towns built by the sweat of men and women Though this war I wonder could it have been done without bloodshed But England increased taxes and living was harsh, so many were dead So they wanted their freedom their own rules and religions And they fought the British, the land and the Indians Made a country with soldiers, farmers, poets and politicians A country of travelers, explorers, inventors and greedy men So many mistakes, so many flaws, such beauty, bravery and brawn I pray like my Quaker ancestors that we survive The attacks on our democracy that are streaming our lands Driven by the lies and the forever need of power and greed By powerful needy men -- yet we arise with every new dawn Working with the will to strive and thrive