Chamberlain Falls

Refusing to fight the major war,
  the war based on principles,
  the one we can win

We’re forced to fight a never-ending series
  of political wars….
  ones that we can only lose

We’re trapped in the middle of Appeasement River
  and headed for Chamberlain Falls
  terror awaiting in the rapids now ahead

Slowing down the current or rowing harder wont
  save us, it only extends the time of our demise,
  capitulation pulling us under toward the roar

As a country, we’re now in the middle of that river
  arguing over who has the water rights….
  arguing over whose paddle is best

Until we get off the river and back on dry land,
  Chamberlain Falls will continue to pull
  —and Armageddon will continue to call

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

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