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What Party Are You

What Party Are You?

Huh?
Does it matter?
Who I voted for? 
I am alive, 
so it was legal. 
I have not been dead, 
for thirty years. 
Surely that is enough. 

If I tell you this or that, 
you will condemn me
for the weather. 
If I stand for the innocent, 
you will strive to make 
me ashamed.(or try too) 
A common courtesy shared 
by many… once. 
(empathy for the weak, 
kindness for the innocent)
Now only protected and 
cherished by a few. 
Similar to freedom, 
herself. 

The fact that I voted, 
in the last elections, 
should say volumes about
the desperation of the times. 
Not that I do not vote, 
each and every chance I get, 
as I do. 
It is a privilege, 
and a right…
Thank you to OUR forefathers.

Now…
I find that I am angry, 
and I never am. 
I find that I am unsure…
and I do not like it. 
I want to raise the flag of my country, 
and tell my neighbors to do the same, 
or perhaps, it will be too late, 
to raise anything at all, 
including our own children. 

Don’t badger me as I watch bad things happen. 
The people I once trusted for the news, 
live on lies and eat dust for dinner, 
the truth of their own smoke. 
They have jumped ship willingly, 
or perhaps meandered away…
Little difference in the end, 
to the people they once faithfully served. 
Now they take turns, laugh and make jokes, 
at the expense of the nation herself. 
At the expense of her people, 
the ones still left with non-stolen ID’s. 

The small ones, with small jobs, 
like; the postman, the baker, the grocer, 
the maker of pots and pans, 
the soldier and the officer, 
the fireman, and the chief. 
The homemaker, the parent, 
the pastor and you.
 
“They” call us names, 
and do it still. 
“They” repeat gossip and lies, 
like it is truth and fact, 
gold and silver, 
materials to build a crown, 
to an unknown as yet…
disguised, evil
in plain, 
sight still unclear, 
for now. 

What party?; 
the one that stands for freedom. 
the one that stands for the weak. 
the one that is not afraid, 
and knows, “In God We Trust” 
are not just words. 

I am an America. 
God Bless America. 

Amen.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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December 7, 2019 at 8:58 AM
God bless you and America. I live in a Democrat controlled state, but yesterday as I was driving to the VA hospital I saw a sign of hope. Someone had a reelect Trump 2020 sign in thier yard already... In 2016 there were no Hillary signs to be seen, only Trump signs were out, yet the lying media swore she was gonna defeat him. I think its pretty obvious what democrats stand for...and just how low they'll go to get it... Its not the American people they care for at all. Its power they want.
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December 7, 2019 at 11:02 AM
Ty. I was so floored to watch the debates as every one said they would open boarders and give us away. Then I see Angel moms cry... These do not add up? Everything upside down? America... strong. That is important to all of us... that still care about her. God give you a safe and Merry Christmas. Ty Trump for giving us back Christmas... in this country... cheerful thoughts... Ann
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December 6, 2019 at 9:10 PM
God bless America no matter what party or religion or whatever. Nice one!
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December 7, 2019 at 11:00 AM
Thank you friend. Every you are the kindest... showing up to lift my day. God give you flowers and small furry things that are cute, to run around and make you laugh... but cause no damages...lol... hugs. Ann
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