The Death of the Party
The liquidation has begun
in earnest, at interest,
as we slide into command and control;
no politician left to extol
how grand a land we live in
with so much voice to limit and
assets to compound,
fences and compounds to build,
for that coercive guild
structure proves a binding notion.
True statesmen speak within the
parameters of truth
to project belief in all of our aid
no matter how far we’ve strayed
from the liberty our fathers shed lives
to protect from the tyrant and the
thief without belief in the
power welling within you and me
compelling us to breathe free
with gratitude for each brave gust
until the beacon shines inside
to illuminate us all with honor
instead of chasing robber-baron lies
from these bankers who despise
every liberated mind earning a future.
Copyright © John Weber | Year Posted 2009
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