Gone Astray

Traveling into America's future
   as covert patriots from her past
   we quietly kept our identity hidden
   a sacred document was written
   would our beloved words last

Risked death and shame
   risked fortune and fame
   by signing our very name

We walked by faith
   bequeathed our dreams to fate
   what the throne of England truly hated
   we were officially, politically separated

What have our children done
   streets on fire, no patriotic desire
   government weaponizing agencies
   not what we had hoped to see
   is this the country we died to set free

We petitioned death
   rather than lose liberty
   elections and the boarders
   so plain to see, chaos and disorder

We shall return unto our past
   woes of freedom desperately weep
   as lukewarm citizens quietly sleep
   America, blessed by God, cursed by foes

Freedom, replacing it with Socialism
   return our bones into pits of the past
   rather sleep in graves covered in dirt
   yesteryear was but a breath away
   dreams of our past, sadly gone astray