FOURTH OF JULY HOLIDAY THOUGHTS

There was the day
Not that long ago
When LSD was thing
Timothy Leary proclaimed it
The answer to human kind
The end of all unrest
He may have known it best
But another war insisted
And with that more protest
 
Violence witnessed and
Questions of why and
No one had the answers
Our soldiers were dying
To stop the flow of Communism
Which would eventually expire
Because it never works forever
Medics looked at the wounded
Knew it was hopeless and treated
Them with a snort of whiskey
And a prayer as they expired
 
It would not be the last time
Our warriors would be sent
To fight and win or die trying
To set free people free
Stopping oppression is not easy
It is also not a game of payoffs
We must operate from strength
Not the weakness seen in
Previous administrations
You cannot bargain with the devil
 
There was the day when
Journalism existed and answers
Were sought out and obtained
Today we have announcers who
Read the same lines of indoctrination
The unaware readers are satisfied
They do not recognize an agenda
The killing of enemy leaders
Is posted as dangerous and foolish

The killing of Christians is not
A focus of today’s media
We hear nothing of the starvation
Of adults in Nigeria and the deaths
Of infants there, at the rate of 18 each day
We hear nothing of the encampment
Of millions in China or the attacks
On the Jews by the Arabs
 
The media is silent and the voices of old
Proclaiming the Greatest Generation
Remain silent unless they can defame
The one who is making a difference
Beautiful statues, reminding us of
The past are being destroyed by paid
Anarchists and their followers
They are ignorant of the meaning and
Follow the orders to destroy, burn,
Loot and terrorize fellow Americans
 
We are suffering all the ramifications of
The Wuhan Virus and the information
On what to do and why changes daily
It is a different world and when we should
Be celebrating this Fourth of July we are
Walking about in a depressed condition,
Wondering why all of this is happening
We have collectively walked away
From the One who offers His hand
We are gambling on the absurd and
The odds are not in our favor
 
There will be the day when we wake up
March in a parade with our head held high
Waving the flag that so many died to preserve
Stepping proudly to the music of
John Philip Sousa and be a happy nation again
 
Stanski
July 4, 2020 ^