By Dr. James, Contributing Columnist

In a world once vibrant, now veiled in gloom,
Where liberties fade, lost in the room.
Government’s grip grows stronger each day,
Our freedom wanes, slipping away.

In the name of security, they claim their might,
But at what cost, our sacred birthright?
Our voices silenced, our rights suppressed,
A nation adrift, in distress.

Oh, how we long for the days of old,
When liberty’s flame burned bright and bold.
Where patriots fought, for freedom’s embrace,
And honored God, with love and grace.

But now, the spirit of freedom is confined,
As shackles of control tightly bind.
The government’s hand, a heavy weight,
Suppressing the spirit, sealing our fate.

God’s presence fades, from public sight,
Replaced by darkness, in the name of right.
Yet deep within our souls, a fire still burns,
A longing for truth, for justice returns.

We must rise as patriots, united and strong,
Defending the values we’ve cherished so long.
With unwavering faith, we’ll reclaim our land,
Restoring the liberties, hand in hand.

Let us stand true, with courage and might,
In defense of freedom, shining bright.
Together we’ll rise, in the name of the free,
Rekindling the spirit of liberty.

For in our hearts, the flame will ignite,
Guiding us forward, through the darkest night.
With God as our guide, we’ll never be lost,
Our patriotism shining, no matter the cost.

So let us gather, as patriots true,
Embracing the values we hold onto.
Defending our freedoms, with unwavering zeal,
In the pursuit of liberty, our spirits will heal.

Guest post by Dr. James “Paine”

In the realm of fiery passion, I’ll spin a tale,
Of a patriot’s wrath, a tempest set to assail.
When you dare not leave him in solitude’s embrace,
Prepare yourself, for his anger knows no grace.

His heart beats to the rhythm of his nation’s pride,
A flame burns within him, impossible to hide.
But when his solitude is disturbed, oh beware,
For his rage engulfs all, leaving none to spare.

Like a storm brewing on the horizon’s edge,
His fury consumes, leaving nothing to pledge.
His voice, a thunderous roar, echoes through the land,
Demanding respect, with an ironclad command.

He fights for justice, for freedom’s sacred call,
But when provoked, he becomes a force that can maul.
His words are sharp arrows, piercing the air,
Unyielding and fierce, he won’t back down or spare.

Yet, beneath his anger, lies a wounded heart,
Aching with love for the nation, torn apart.
For his wrath is born from a deep-seated care,
A longing for unity, a vision to repair.

So, when you encounter this patriot’s might,
Remember his cause, his unwavering fight.
For in his anger, lies a passion so true,
A love for his homeland, a fire that will ensue.

But tread with caution, lest his fury be unleashed,
Respect his solitude, let his spirit find peace.
For a patriot’s wrath, when left to fester and grow,
Can smother the embers of the love we should know.