I Am Your Constitution
Day-223 “I Am Your Constitution”
In the wee hours of the night
There came a pounding on my door
Up from my bed I rose
Who’s that pounding on my door?
Why are you pounding on my door?
Wake up! Wake up!
It’s raining hard outside
And I, not a cover for my head
Let me in! Let me in!
Lightning bolts are searing the sky
Thunder’s fury is raging mad
Tears are falling from my eyes
Who’s that pounding on my door?
Who’s that pounding on my door?
In night cloth bare
I stumbled to the door
Only to find a silhouette
Running circles in my brain
And back to bed I cowered
In my deep night slumber
I heard a rapping at my door
Up from my bed I rose
Who’s that rapping at my door?
Why are you rapping at my door?
Surely tis not another dream
I heard a mournful whisper
Let me in, Let me in
Men are coming! Men are coming!
I need shelter from their swords
Let me in, Let me in
Again I stumbled to the door
And peered upon a ghostly scene
Was surely not a dream
Marching in midnight mist
Ten thousand men had gathered steam
Marching to my door
I heard a mournful whisper
From somewhere high
Whereupon I spied an eagle perched
Clenched in his beak
An “Olive Branch”
Again I heard that mournful whisper
Let me in! Let me in!
Men are coming to take this branch
Help me please, or I will die
Ten thousand men are gathering steam
An insurrection coming to your steep
With that I flung wide the door
And in the Eagle flew
And settled on the mantle
Above the warming coals
I bolted the door
And closed the shutters
As they pounded and cursed
Unleashing their steam
A window was breeched
The Eagle Screamed
An ungodly screech
And to the glass he flew
Beating back the intruders
With his olive branch
And I, the book held high
Began to read to those inside and out
And all who began to doubt
“WE THE PEOPLE of the United States”
In order to form a more perfect union”
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There was much blood
On our steps that day
But I and the eagle
Pushed back and broke their backs
As I recall those powerful words
Written in blood by many of our kind
And etched in our souls for immortal time
I am reminded of how powerful
I really am and the podium on which I lie
For all the men and women of these United States
This is the book on which “United” we stand.
The oath some take to lead us through
Many a trying time.
Lon 1/21/2021 #327
Copyright © Lon Wartman | Year Posted 2021
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