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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

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Patriots secretly return to visit the America they died to set free.

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Written on November 22, 2022

Submitted by AndrewStWilson on December 06, 2022

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Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 1,037
Words 173
Stanzas 7
Stanza Lengths 5, 3, 4, 5, 4, 4, 5

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  • dougb.19255
    Now here’s a poem. A real poem with meat to it. Well, very well done, Andrew. Give us MORE. Thanks…Wayne Blair
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