07/04/1776

One day I was thinking: What if one of our fore fathers sort of time traveled and saw America today, what would happen? Would they protest about what is going on today? Well this poem answered those questions and many more that I had.

OUR FATHER'S VOICE
Seasons come, seasons go,
America's grown, that we know.
But she's forgotten
Forgotten our past
The past we need to remember.

Our past there is `92,
When Chris sailed the ocean blue.
The Pilgrims who landed on Plymouth Rock,
For them it was a shock.
Since they survived the winter `20,
We now have a feast of plenty.
As they singed the Mayflower Compact,
They only knew it wasn't a contract.

Now we jump a hundred and fifty years,
England's oppression only nears.
As we find in the `70's,
Old towns are now new cities.
King George kept his power and might,
And he wouldn't leave without a fight.

But what would happen?
What if one of our father's jumped?
Jumped that thing called death,
Traveled in that place as time.
Saw America today,
What would they do?
What would they say?
They would likely say:

For you we lived
For you we died
For you we breathed
For you we cried
For you we up adn grew
For you we fired and flew

For you we were hunted
For you the spy Hale was hung
For you he bled "I regret"
For you Franklin said, "Together or die"
For you we joined to tie.
For you Paul rode,
Rode to tell town, village and farm,
To tell men up and arm.

For you we said no more,
No tax, no king, we're on our own.
For you Lexington saw a war,
The day that the Green turned red.
Red with blood,
For you Jeff wrote,
Wrote for you till he could no more.

But why do you choose to ignore?
Ignore our cry, our pleas, our wants,
Ignore the two great documents.
We didn't write them as a Decoration,
But a Declaration.
We didn't write them as a Contradiction,
 But a Constitution.
So as I go, will you remember?
Will you choose to tell your friends,
Your family, your neighbor?
Tell them about what we did so long ago.

How we fired and fled,
How the grass turned red.
How we did it in the face of death,
When we knew it would mean our last breath.
So let me tell you to tell near and far,
Tell one and all.
I wasn't for us what we did that day,
It was for you,
For you we signed.