Mourning Old Glory
The Last 4th of July
(Long Live the 5th)
It was the last 4th of July,
the day for Old Glory to be lowered one last time;
no tears, no regret,
only respectful, responsible, purposeful pull.
As she drew down close
hearts broke both for the misery and death her bearers have wreaked
and for the freedom and peace her bearers have wrought,
so many, many times at the cost of their and so many, many others' very lives.
It would be so easy to forget the bad
so as to only remember the good,
but this standard has unresolvable blood of both on each of its thirteen stripes,
its fiftieth star especially still bleeds from its despicable statism, too.
It's been a banner of heralded delight when seen all over the world,
champion and savior, both, at times when all hope may have seemed lost,
but it's also bore the very worst of America's sins, from slavery to occupation,
causing inexplicable fear in, and merciless death for, countless, innocent souls.
Now the government which flies it,
that commands it full,
has even more unconstitutionally decreed itself a nation of men,
no longer a nation equal under constitutional law at all.
When federal government deems itself mightiest,
above God, the Constitution, the States, and the People,
the only individual choices left are compliance, civil disobedience, outright revolution...
...or total withdraw.
The very political character of America itself has changed,
and the Creator it revered before as the endower of all men's inalienable rights
is no more relevant to them today than the loss of their once inalienable rights themselves.
No wonder held in the least, then, why compliance to unconstitutionality is now the rule.
The republic is lost,
there's no going back;
not a single drop of individual liberty-loving blood is worth wasting
on any fantasy of saving something so absolutely corrupt.
No, it's time to face the facts of life in the United Socialist State of America today;
it's time to recede even further from its ever-growing tyrannical reach;
it's time to take care of real American business;
it's time to pay final, solemn respect to the Old before moving on to the New.
Reverently never letting her near the ground,
her gorgeous blue field with her fifty bright stars honorably cut from her seven red and six white stripes;
then, those dear thirteen cut apart from themselves,
the six whites first laid ardently together, gently, upon the waiting, dutiful flame.
The same then with the glorious red,
and, after they're gone,
only the beautiful union of blue and white stars remains,
and then it, too, is done.
Ashes to ashes,
dust to dust;
defeated from within,
not from without.
Spirit and soul of both greatness and evil forever loyally retired,
her remaining masters formally denied and rebuffed,
their exponentially-compounding statist sins truly all their own now,
on this, the last 4th of July.