Patronage
Updated on September 5, 2012
Oh stolid nature of a forgotten time
Life was accepted in the midst of hardship
For no man whose blood transported courage
Did cry aloud as fate extracted ease from his grip
When was expectation born and was sloth it’s Father?
The softening of man’s mind eased passage for leisure
A calloused and reddened face was no longer worthy
As unearned rights have become a man’s treasure
The defiance and pride of opportunity squandered
Has poisoned initiative and suffocated man’s ethics
Heaven is no longer welcome or reward enough
Instead fleshly saviors of rotting souls make the promise
“Burden shall never imperil that which you have inherited
No longer will your wagons break down on the way West
You have imputed onto me what once was asked of you
For my patronage is all you need because I know best
I will plunder what was stolen while you slept
And you will raise your heads above the tops of ocean swells
What you see will be enough for existence and equality
While distance silences the sound of freedom’s bells”