T'was the Day After Christmas

T’was the day after Christmas, and through every state,
All the sheeple were stirring, and in heated debate.
Their words were scary, as they said “WE ARE RIGHT!”
And the Patriots just stared in God-awful fright,

The sheeple were all happy with their government meds,
While Obama the savior danced all around in their heads.
With Patriots planning what’s our next move,
Eureka! “It’s the President we must remove!”

On the Whitehouse lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to the TV to see what was the matter.
I grabbed the remote in such a flash,
I fell over the chair and landed with a crash,

The sun was high over the Whitehouse on the TV screen,
Gave the image of that building a weird eerie glean,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
The Patriots showed up and their message was clear

With their signs held high, with their guns in view,
I knew in that moment as the masses grew.
More and more they were coming in for the kill,
As they screamed, “You will never, break our will!”

"Now Patriots! Come one, Come all!”
“Lets stand together, strong and tall”
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
No surrender! No retreat! We will never fall!"

Americans marched with one goal, one mission,
Obstacles were dealt with prideful tradition,
So up to the Whitehouse the masses they flew,
Hearts full of fury, the Secret Service with no clue.

And then with a blink , a commercial or two,
Something happened, but hey we already knew.
As they smashed through the door, and looked all around,
Through the halls and rooms not even a sound.

As word spread of what was found,
It got all quiet there was nothing , no sound,
And a voice rang out from way in the back,
As the patriots gathered and waited for the attack


The words were clear, strong and true,
“Hey, everyone just between me and you,
It was in his mind this country was his kingdom,
That little man thought he could steal our freedom!”

With a roar of victory, all the patriots cheered,
Really, is this the clown we all feared?
From his evil grin to his floppy ears,
This story will be told for years and years.

With the flag in our left hand, the Constitution in our right,
We raise them in unison, held high with our all might,
Our fore-fathers would be proud for what we have done,
As Americans held strong and stood as one.

This is a story is one that might become,
One of many, can be a final outcome,
Every patriot always keep one thing in sight,
“FREEDOM” TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jan 2014
About this poem:
This was inspired by the Twas the night before Christmas....... I changed the majority of thewords. Used a few from the original. Im not posting this to say its mine, so I dont know who to get permission from.....but hope you like this anyway.

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