Ode to DPSubmitted by Crickett on Fri, 01/27/2012 - 14:42
As some of you know, I was without TV and computer for some time. Then I got TV, and was horrified at no talk of Ron, but lots of talk about how raising taxes (revenue) just made so much sense, and on and on. After the SC debate, listening to people talk unreal BS, I wrote this. I got computer today, so am much happier now (especially because I missed last night's debate as there seemed to be no ads for it anywhere, on tv, and I did not know of it).
I cry screams of coppery rage. They swell forth, tirading over a cliff, then trickle down into the abyss where a pool is forming.
It glistens with contempt.
Evil has taken root in the depths of hearts
Turned cold and rocky--the soil it thrives in.
Great groves of horror trees grow black against a sunless sky,
Sinuous branches seeking, reaching, to absorb any random rays of light.
It is freezing and so dark in my Country.
Finally comes the DailyPaul, a fiery fortress from the forest.
Freedom's blazing beacon beckons all who gain entrance.
Light beams dance together and intertwine
Braiding a tapestry of peace.
At last, I smile
For I knew all the while
A place of light
Makes darkness take flight.
It flees with no fight.
Thanks so much for this site.