I had a dream tonight, I hope you’ll understand,
A figure walking through the mist, with a flintlock in his hand.
His clothes were torn and dirty, as he stood there by my bed.
He took off his three cornered hat, and speaking low, he said
“We fought a revolution to secure your liberty.
We wrote the Constitution, as a shield from tyranny.
For future generations, this legacy we gave.
In this the land of the free and the Home of the Brave.”
“The freedom we secured for you, we hoped you’d always keep.
But politicians have labored endlessly while your fellow citizens sleep.
Your freedom gone, your courage lost, you’re no more than a slave.
In this the Land of the Free and the home of the brave”
“You have to pay to travel, and buy permits to own a gun,
Permits to start a business, or to build a place for one.
On the land you believe you own, you pay a yearly rent.
You have no voice in choosing how the money is spent”
“Your children must attend a school that doesn’t educate.
Your Christian Values can’t be taught, according to the state.
You read about the current news, in a regulated press.
You pay a tax you do not owe to please the IRS”
“Your money is no longer made of silver or of gold.
You trade your wealth for paper so your life can be controlled.
You pay for crimes that make our nation turn from God in shame.
You’ve slowly lost your freedom as you’ve traded in your name.”
“You’ve given government control to those who do you harm.
They’re able to padlock churches and steal the family farm.
And keep our country deep in debt, put men of God in jail.
Harass your fellow countryman, while corrupted courts prevail.”
“The politicians don’t uphold the solemn oath they’ve sworn.
Your daughters visit doctors so their children won’t be born.
Your leaders ship artillery, and guns to foreign shores.
And many of your sons are lost, fighting other people’s wars”
“Can you regain the freedom for which we fought and died?
Or don’t you have the courage, or the faith to stand with pride?
Are there no more values for which you’ll fight to save?
Or do you wish your children to live in fear and be a slave?”
“People of the Republic, arise and take a stand!
Defend the Constitution, the supreme law of the land!
Preserve our great Republic, and our God given rights!
And pray to God to keep the torch of freedom burning bright!”
As I awoke he vanished into the mist from whence he came.
His words are true, we are not free, we have ourselves to blame.
For even now as politicians trample each God given right.
We only watch and tremble, too afraid to stand and fight.
If he stood by your bed side in a dream, while you’re asleep.
And wonders what remains of our Rights he fought to keep.
What would be your answer? If he called out from the grave.
“Is this still the land of the free and the home of the Brave?”