At Dusk

At Dusk

In the distance, across the Mall, I see Capitol Hill

My perspective’s from long ago, when Our Nation was so young

Time and patience, fanaticism and flexibility

All’s been used to subvert and shift Our Nation towards vulnerability

On the edge we’re poised with a knife at Freedom’s jugular

Away has been swept reason and reality into the vulgar

Relativity and subjectivity has twisted sanity and morality

No longer is the Constitution inevitability

I look away leftward and see the White House

That jewel standing strong as a roustabout

From there we can turn back this tide of Liberalism

Regain our poise and once again fight for Individual Freedom

For this collectivism that pervades is a weak mawkish serenade

Riding emotions that are the Kool-Aid

Declare YES!, to I can think for myself and I deserve happiness

My mind is my own and I reject value sacrifice