Fathers,
mothers,
brothers,
sisters,
sons and daughters,
lost,
but not lost
to the cause
to those who have tasted
the sweet taste of freedom.

Tyrants soundly fall
in this principled storm.

So shall they taste edge
of retribution’s blade evermore.
Oppression crushed
under the boot of unknown
soldiers, Marines, Sailors, and Airmen.

Justifiable loss the answer
to unjustifiable loss.
The beginning and the end.

So shall you deliver,
so shall you receive.

Brace yourself this night of Independence.
These men are already dead.
Resigned to lay their very lives
upon the grinding stone.

To death I say, “Come for me then!
I will not run.
I know the way home.”

Decadent masses
oppressing good,
find not home,
but the banks of Hades
awaiting their deliverance to evil.

Cast your lots now,
if you will.

This will be your last stand,
for the might of the free world
is upon you.

Fear the reaper.
The Pale Horse.
The unknown.
The road not yet taken.
They welcome you.

Copyright, Kevin V. Reese, 2004