A Republic Born Anew – 2019/2020

Based on ideals so dear and long held to be true

Can the Republic, now so much imperiled, rise and live anew?

Will a government of the people with powers fine and just

Triumph o’er the cabal of greed, conceit, and ruinous lust?

Will we give our full effort and bestow our due consent?

Or in the battle for the future will we ignobly shrink and timidly relent?

Will we now – stand by our country - as the storm rages,

Or will we shrink from our solemn duty to the ages?

In this Crisis, that so sternly tries the soul

Will we work tirelessly and nobly to make the nation whole?

As all, have the rights to liberty and life,

Why do we far too often writhe in vicious strife?

As individuals strive to begin or continue a happiness’ pursuit,

Why must some deny to any their chosen and unique route?

At the venerable age of two hundred and forty-five,

Does the radiant dream of the inception remain genuinely alive?

Or is it more akin to ashes, debris, and dust

To the strongest iron of mighty ships now, sadly gone to rust?

By clamorous fools and uncouth fears, we stand too much divided.

Are the fondest hopes of ages past now abandoned and derided?

The power grabbers and money grubbers have pushed us to the brink.

Why can’t we, the People, stop squabbling and finally stop to think?

Regrettfully the heroes of the past are gone. Come on, people; now it is our time.

Can we yet see the reason? Can we still sense the rhyme?

If we should fail, do we appreciate what value will be lost?

If we won’t bear any burden or we won’t pay every cost.

Will we now stand up for America and earn undying love?

Or will we flee into escapism since push has come to shove?

Can this current cohort of voters prove their loyalties are real?

Can it find somehow the concern and the courage to help the nation heal?

Can we hear the haunting chords so faint come from afar?

They play upon our spirits to remind us who we are.

From battlefields and patriot graves, a spirit is in motion,

To call young and old to give a full measure of devotion.

Hark, the trumpet calls me once again, and it calls all of you too.

To arouse the best within us, and ensure the Republic thrives anew.

[The worst thing that can happen to the Republic is not that it is ferociously and skillfully attacked, but that it is feebly and ineptly defended.]

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