Don’t Tread On Me
Sabers rattle, drummers drum,
as something wicked our way comes.
Turn out the lights boys, close the door.
This is the one you’ve waited for.
This time they come to steal our souls,
our homes, our lives our baby boys.
To kill our brothers in the streets.
False eyes to Allah must concede.
This time the signs are in the skies,
so choose the lines of truth and right.
No longer will we bend at knees,
but remember our fathers' “Don’t tread on me”.
We will not flinch. We’ll forge as steel.
Death to enemies of good and will.
We’ll stay the course and tow death’s tines.
God help the ones, who cross the line.
We’ll die for what we know is true,
Seeking FREEDOM in all we do.
God bless this fight and see us through.
America forever … red, white and blue!
jb Sept 11 2010
I wrote the above on the 10th anniversary of 911. And even sadder now is that the same date is etched with more bloodshed in Benghazi a year ago. I will never forget those men and their bravery.
As we approach September 11 again, with anxiety I might add, please pray for a peaceful day of remembrance and that no more horrors occur on this now sacred day, now known as Patriot's Day. Whatever the truth about the whole story and who is or is not responsible, many innocent people are dead and at what cost?
As many have said previously, " the cost of freedom is NOT free"
May God bless the United States of America!
© Joyce (Tidwell) Burns, ChynaMoon Creations, Chyna Moon Press, 1997-2013