Fourth of July 2015

Purging for Purity

It’s the year twenty fifteen

On the Fourth of July,

Revelers holding in esteem

Their freedom and honorable defenders who died.

Internal detractors’

Minds distorted about history,

Giving no thought to many factors,

Create anti-monuments to be shrouded in future mystery.

There was a period

Not long ago,

When Bolsheviks deadly serious,

Forged an ugly human low.

History was banished,

A new dictionary born,

Making levels of human classes,

Minor ranks to be mourned.

In their own self-righteousness,

Those communists moved on,

Eliminating history and people

Not meeting their imposed norm.

Some in this universe continue to assert

Their disdain for Yahweh’s Chosen.

In vitriolic rhetoric they flirt

With destroying their enemy in a nuclear explosion.

“There was no holocaust” they insist.

History re-cast, they urge

The State of the Chosen to vaporize into mist.

“No remembrance, let’s purge!”

America now on the tipping point,

She could fall either way.

Her social structure forced out of joint,

Dare the chips fall where they may?

Where are America’s true thinkers, defenders, and believers?

After Virtue is gone, a disquieting suggestion:

The charlatans and deceivers

Will gather remaining pieces and lead by deception.