At last, great Independence Day is here
(Would there were many more throughout the year!)
But few are independent now, it seems,
So full collected in collect’vist dreams.
Yea, nightmare dreams are they, with mystic chains
That bind men’s hands from keeping hard-won gains.
Their money’s tossed and lost, they work for nought,
While congressmen try thinking with no thought.
No thought have they, no caring for man’s rights,
But slink on in with craftiness more slights.
Americans they value not at all,
But smilingly devise to make them fall,
And in corrupted colleges and schools
Do un-connect more minds to make more fools.
The last ones left are we, who see and rise,
Who speak the lasting light that’s in our eyes.
Though few can hear, and few the fires fanned,
We voice aloud the truths that in us stand.
So many are so numb and dumb, distraught
With democratic teachings they’ve been taught.
And thousands, now, want blessings of the state—
Those somethings for those nothings that are bait
Pulling line and sinker downward, swift,
To flounder with false welfare for a gift.
And yet, some few retain a savior sight,
A sense of life, a glow of selfish light,
And it is these, the quiet thinking ones,
The men who still are men, heroic suns,
Who we must reach and teach and raise—
To fight with rightened minds for Freedom’s days!