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Eulogy Of A Revolution

"Father!" I called
"Why are you going?
Why must you fight?
The crops are ready!
We need you!"
"My son," he replied
With a gun in his hand
"I have to go fight
To protect all that is ours
To protect our fields
To protect our freedom."
And with that he was gone
Heeding the call of Mr. Revere
Today, I am fatherless
Due to what? Taxes?
I miss him so much
And every year the day passes
Every year, a rose on his grave
At Concorde he's buried
I married at Lexington Chapel
In his honor, it was
Those days of farming
Of fatherless work in the fields
They are behind me now
But the shots fired that night
They still ring in my ears
Famous, they were
'twas said they were heard 'round the world


~ Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads... do I smell blueberry pie? - if Yoda had ADD ~

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