A figure walking through the mist,
with flintlock in his hand.

His clothes were torn and dirty,
as he stood there by my bed.
He took off his three-corner hat,
and speaking low, he said,

"We fought a revolution,
to secure our liberty.

We wrote the Constitution,
as a shield from tyranny.

For future generations,
this legacy we gave.
In this, the land of the free
and home of the brave."

"The freedom we secured for you,
we hoped you’d always keep.

But tyrants labored endlessly,
while your parents were asleep.

Your freedom gone,
your courage lost,
you’re no more than a slave.

In this, the land of the free
and the home of the brave."

"Your children must attend a
school that doesn't educate.

Your Righteous values can’t be
taught, according to the State.

You read about the current
news, in a regulated press.

You pay a tax you do not owe,
to please the I.R.S."

"Your money is no longer made
of Silver or of Gold.

You’ve traded
your wealth for paper,
so your life can be controlled.

You pay for crimes that make our
nation, turn from Yahweh in shame.

You’ve taken Satan’s number,
as you’ve traded in YHWH’s Name."

"You’ve given Government control,
to those who do you harm.
So they can padlock our homes,
and steel the family farm, and
keep our Country deep in debt,
put men of Yahweh in jail,
harass your fellow countrymen,
while corrupted courts prevail."

"Your public servants don’t uphold,
the solemn oath they’ve sworn.

Your daughters visit doctors,
so their children won’t be born.

Your leaders ship artillery, and
guns to foreign shores, and
send your sons & daughters
to slaughter, fighting other
people’s wars."

"Can you regain the freedom,
for which we fought and died?
Or don’t you have the courage
to stand with righteous pride?

Are there no more values,
for which you’ll fight to save?
Or do you wish your children to
live in fear & also be a slave?"

"Sons and Daughters of the
Republic, Arise & Take a Stand!

Defend the Constitution of YHWH,
the Supreme Law of His Land!

Preserve Yahweh’s Great Republic,
and each Yahweh-given Right.

Pray to the Almighty Yahweh,
To keep the Torch of Freedom
burning Bright!"

As I awoke he vanished, in
the mist from which he came.

His words were True,
we are not free,
we have ourselves to blame.

For even now as tyrants,
trample each YHWH-Given Right.
We only watch and tremble,
too afraid to stand and fight.

If he stood there by your bedside,
in the mist, as you sleep,
and he wondered what remains of
Our Rights he fought to keep.

What would be your answer,
if he called out from the grave:

"Is this still the land of the Free
And the home of the Brave???


By Thelen Paulk
Edited to reflect & restore the True Name
of our Creator/Saviour YHWH.