Whistlin’ Bridge

There are those who say time’s steady march

As written on the marble arch

Should dictate every footstep with one drum

Persuasion’s not their strongest suit

and no one’s calling them astute

The price you pay for always being glum

 

Now this round we’ve been dealt a card

That’s furrowing their brows real hard

They bid when dealt a hand they should have dumped

In four years’ time they’ll try again

To fool us into “Let’s Pretend”

But ’til that time, their every card is Trumped

 

There they are out on the hill

with their wagons circled still

Screaming epithets at those who dare to stand

But a life spent on your knees

Isn’t freedom, wisdom sees

That it’s time to take your feet and lend a hand

 

As we rise to this new challenge, many naysayers abound

If they don’t bleed stars and stripes, well then I don’t want them around

This Northern Son’s removed by generations, fair and true

But when a tyrant cuts me, I still bleed red, white and blue.

 

 

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About davidiclineage

Third David down from Absalom Purchase (a Stranger on the Rock) across seven generations. Distaff line Love through mother, Christine. Get it? It took me a while before I did.
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