How Many Must Fall (a poem of patriotism and inspiration)
Just how many of the elected, that withdrew, those to be selected, as best of the few,
What is required, that they must pursue, should each to please all, in what they do?
Since the time of Lincoln, one of many to serve, we watch them seem to loose their nerve,
All are so guarded in what they say, hair to turn so grey, seemingly to have a fear to serve.
Should we to judge, so full of spite, decide their best, not as right, their moves, all wrongs,
When is ample goodness, so undone, each candidate, to run, all to sing his best of songs?
Does answering a call, require approval of us all, disapproved by some, to seem appalled,
Will concepts of human kind, visualized in every mind, never to give respect, to be so blind?
Do we concede, as ours, each to plead, a setting of ancient Rome, to recreate a tragedy,
That, of a Roman drama played, when Julius Caesar was then heard to say...".Et Tu, Brute"?
When every knife was plunged, then, as each actor lunged, all to play their deadly role,
Is this to be as so, only a few of us to know, our people, all untold, to be a deceitful goal?
Can treachery of our foes, the worst of each of those, bring our greatest leaders, to oppose,
When will a Churchill or Roosevelt, in their leadership each shows, of this enemy, to dispose?
Respect, the admiration, a better good, of every nation, so deserved, our heartiest ovation,
Each life to be well lived, all we have to give, the integrity possessed by each, no imitation.
Let not political correctness, to rule us all, for our strong wills shall overcome, before we fall,
The times, too great, in every need, is ours to succeed, our fond planting of each tiny seed.
Such mindless blunders, its true colors, no wonders, in its blindness, as each to make a call,
Give rightful credit earned, a common lesson learned, presented by the best, to great and small.
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