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(January 6, 2021)
Together they came, from sea to shining sea,
At the call of the President to Washington, D.C.,
To hear him speak one last time,
To Witness and to See.
The Speaker looked out from the Capitol with fear,
"How dare those people interrupt me,
They have no right to question us here."
She cried to the Congress, "Hide below, till all clear!"
Then turned to her Capitol police guards,
And did whisper in their ear,
"Unlock the doors, let them come in,
We will give them what they want.
Oh, please, do come in."
As the President's speech ended,
Slowly, slowly, up the staircase the People came,
So surprised that the doors were left open,
inviting them in all the same.
So many came forward, their phone cameras pushing,
To see what was happening,
"It is the People's building."
"Perhaps now we can show them
We have questions unanswered,
And we do have a right to know."
As the People pushed forward,
They came to a broken glass door,
A shot was then fired,
And unarmed Ashli collapsed to the floor.
In that one moment, America's wind had changed,
It blew our Freedom right out through that broken glass door,
Peaceful protest was wrongly labeled insurrection,
Ashli died, her blood drenched the floor.
But an American woman's blood means nothing these days,
Our Freedom is gone with that wind,
Free speech no longer reigns.
Brave Ashli was truly an American Hero,
Her Loyalty and Bravery remain.
It lives on in us all, despite all their claims.
For a Brave Hero's story can never truly die,
It will be remembered and sung for all time,
And dear Ashli has not died in vain.
-- Anonymous American
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