I wrote a poem for today's celebrations:
New Sons of Liberty
New sons of liberty,
your step-father mocked you,
your mother betrayed you,
and your father is long dead.
Your shield is cracking
and you have no sword
to fight against
their army
of oppressors.
Weak in number,
you struggle
to find each other in
this new-age haze;
but, you’re so spread about
like the Maginot Line
picked off
one by one.
Your ancestral land,
spoiled and salted,
is slipping
into greedy hands.
Your ancient things,
inherited things,
the possessions of your father,
are locked away and never seen.
New sons of liberty,
there is a time to shed tears
and there is a time to shed blood.
Roll away the tombstone
and recover your father’s courage.
Rise above and see.
Find one another, unite.
Feed each other, grow strong.
Sweat together and fight.
To hell with the smiling faces,
open palms,
empty promises.
Don’t forget their lies,
screw compromise.
Don’t be fooled by
their tricks,
Look behind the curtain.
New sons of liberty,
Old man Oz,
he ain’t dead.
This ain’t no
conspiracy theory.
He’s reincarnated
as Republican
as Democrat
as Bush
as Obama
as money
as debt
as Paulson
as Geithner
as oil
as banks
as Rockerfeller
as Morgan
as Rothschild
as Warburg
as Haass
as Bernanke
as many more names to come.
New sons of liberty.