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It’s foundation is ancient, it’s God’s holy word.
It will hold any weight, its’ precepts the gird.
Next comes three pillars, each is so strong.
They rise from that Bible, they chant wisdom’s song.
The first pillar, life, from conception we’re known, by the Master Himself, the creator of dawn.
The second pillar, liberty, sets us all free,
provides God given rights, our guarantee.
The third pillar, happiness, the quest of our lives, to share in the land, birthing free enterprise.
Then come the walls, with declaration are sheathed, Men created equal, a sovereign nation to please.
The roof all crowned with our constitution,
a republic is born, a superior solution.
200 years gone, freedom house stood long.
Weathered by strife, still yearns to prolong.
It still stands today, it’s foundation eternal,
but the pillars are tattered from tyrants internal.
The young and the old are at risk for you see.
Evil’s crept in, for their lives we must plea.
Freedom decaying, liberty waning,
the second pillar weakens, while despots keep gaining.
The third pillar gone, regulation the rule.
Nothing to do without governed approval.
Permits required, all is so feeble,
Enterprise banned, nothing is legal.
It’s foundation is ancient, it’s God’s holy word.
It will hold any weight, its’ precepts the gird.
Next comes three pillars, each is so strong.
They rise from that Bible, they chant wisdom’s song.
The first pillar, life, from conception we’re known, by the Master Himself, the creator of dawn.
The second pillar, liberty, sets us all free,
provides God given rights, our guarantee.
The third pillar, happiness, the quest of our lives, to share in the land, birthing free enterprise.
Then come the walls, with declaration are sheathed, Men created equal, a sovereign nation to please.
The roof all crowned with our constitution,
a republic is born, a superior solution.
200 years gone, freedom house stood long.
Weathered by strife, still yearns to prolong.
It still stands today, it’s foundation eternal,
but the pillars are tattered from tyrants internal.
The young and the old are at risk for you see.
Evil’s crept in, for their lives we must plea.
Freedom decaying, liberty waning,
the second pillar weakens, while despots keep gaining.
The third pillar gone, regulation the rule.
Nothing to do without governed approval.
Permits required, all is so feeble,
Enterprise banned, nothing is legal.
© Copyright 2005 John J. Adams
HONOR THE FLAG
We could make acts of congress, amendments and more, but to honor our flag , regulation ignore.
To honor the flag takes more than emotion.
It’s guarding with vigilance against all encroachment.
To honor the flag, the way we should do,
we must fight for the rights our founders pledged to.
When we honor a Veteran , we honor our flag ,
for they sacrificed freedom that ours may be had.
Give thanks to all Veterans, they fought in our place. This honors the flag foes try to deface.
When we stop regulation from scouring our land,
we have honored the flag and tall it shall stand.
Teach to your children constitutional law.
This honors the flag, the Bill of Rights shall not fall.
Stop tyrants who zone every section of land.
This honors the flag , for truth they can’t stand
Stop planning that leads to regulated solutions.
This honors the flag it stops freedom pollution.
So don’t bury your head in proverbial sand.
Just honor the flag save our republican land.
We could make acts of congress, amendments and more, but to honor our flag , regulation ignore.
To honor the flag takes more than emotion.
It’s guarding with vigilance against all encroachment.
To honor the flag, the way we should do,
we must fight for the rights our founders pledged to.
When we honor a Veteran , we honor our flag ,
for they sacrificed freedom that ours may be had.
Give thanks to all Veterans, they fought in our place. This honors the flag foes try to deface.
When we stop regulation from scouring our land,
we have honored the flag and tall it shall stand.
Teach to your children constitutional law.
This honors the flag, the Bill of Rights shall not fall.
Stop tyrants who zone every section of land.
This honors the flag , for truth they can’t stand
Stop planning that leads to regulated solutions.
This honors the flag it stops freedom pollution.
So don’t bury your head in proverbial sand.
Just honor the flag save our republican land.
© Copyright 2005 John J. Adams
SACRED HONOR
56 men pledged their lives on that day.
knowing the King, their demise would repay.
Still pledged they their fortunes, our freedom to be.
56 men penned our liberty.
Sacred honor they pledged, on that 4th of July.
56 men held our sovereignty high.
Have you ever wondered what happened to them,
What price did they pay?
What pain they expend?
Five captured as traitors-- by the British Army.
They were tortured and died, for freedom’s decree.
Twelve lost their homes; they were ransacked and burned.
Two lost their sons in the terrible scourge.
One watched the King’s Navy, sink his ships in the sea.
The pledge he did honor -- his fortune did flee.
He sold all he owned, to pay off his debts.
He died in his rags; those were all he had left.
Nine lost their lives, from the wounds of that war.
They gave all they had, to settle the score.
Poverty followed -- It was their reward.
For that pledge they had made. Sacred honor forlorn.
56 men rang that liberty bell.
From the price they did pay, a free nation would swell.
56 men pledged their lives on that day.
knowing the King, their demise would repay.
Still pledged they their fortunes, our freedom to be.
56 men penned our liberty.
Sacred honor they pledged, on that 4th of July.
56 men held our sovereignty high.
Have you ever wondered what happened to them,
What price did they pay?
What pain they expend?
Five captured as traitors-- by the British Army.
They were tortured and died, for freedom’s decree.
Twelve lost their homes; they were ransacked and burned.
Two lost their sons in the terrible scourge.
One watched the King’s Navy, sink his ships in the sea.
The pledge he did honor -- his fortune did flee.
He sold all he owned, to pay off his debts.
He died in his rags; those were all he had left.
Nine lost their lives, from the wounds of that war.
They gave all they had, to settle the score.
Poverty followed -- It was their reward.
For that pledge they had made. Sacred honor forlorn.
56 men rang that liberty bell.
From the price they did pay, a free nation would swell.
© Copyright 2005 John J. Adams
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