A New Tomorrow

Our fathers died, to free the land

From royal rule and unjust hand

Their blood to water Freedom’s tree.

 

Their sons did rise, to claim the fore,

Daughters strong, generations they bore

New battles fought, peace seldom free.

 

In time united, a nation did rise

A people flawed was freedom’s prize

Yet in their fervor, a truth does deny.

 

As a nation grew new royals arose

Constitution once power endures painful throes,

Will Freedom’s bonds soon die?

 

Corruptors of truth, who sought to lead

Twas cruel jest they played on those in need

Tomorrow’s today to be yesterday’s pain.

 

Came forth a man, no king be he

Brash and bold, he bent not his knee

He cast challenge in words many thought vain

 

No poet be he, this true son of the land

He set to the burden, his promises in hand

To meet false Lords of the nation, who defied his exception

 

They attacked with blunt arrows, demanding his prize

Yet thinking him fool, they blinded their eyes

But true to his promise, he saw through their deception.

 

Day by day to do battle, his goals to set right

Each foray he makes brings their treason to light.

Sins of the royals, no longer lay hidden.

 

To stand with our leader as imperfect as me

Hard tasked with challenge, our battles to be free

To win a united America once harshly forbidden.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mitakuye Oyasin

In the winter of a life

Oft borne by bitter strife

A man ponders who he was.

 

Battles fought, victories won

Children born, he lost a son

Continued he the cause.

 

Final thoughts, soon at hand

No new trails span the land,

He waits, he remembers.

 

“What was I?”, his plaintive plea

“Where eternal shall I be?”

Challenges now but lasting embers.

 

Spirit adrift in serene repose

New visions emerge as eyes do close

Ghosts of the Plains come to greet.

 

Two-leggeds and four dispel the mist,

Relations of all that sun hath kissed

Now comes the time, he lived to be.

 

One with all – Mitakuye Oyasin!

Free at Last.

My soul doth lie in shadows deep,

Mourn as I must midst castle keep.

What matter my hue?

I cry to so few?

Does my tint of abyss

Deny me love’s kiss?

Would that I know

Great affections to flow,

My soul afire

A heart’s desire,

But born as I am

Slave did they damn

No matter my tone

I shall die here alone.

Free at last.