A poem started writing itself in my head around the middle of last year. I posted it back in February, and have toggled its visibility on and off every now and then, because, frankly, I’m really self-conscious about the things I write. I’m even more self-conscious about the things I sing, but by the time I had the words finished, it had begun to grow a tune as well.
This is my war song. This is what I sing under my breath while I carry out my duties-of-state, and while I allow my mind to touch on all the various grievances I have with our society and our government. This is a tiny sliver of my own personal indictment of the modernist establishment. I had NO IDEA how much more relevant it would begin to feel, all these months later. But OH BOY, has it ever. Wow.
I’m not a “music person.” I don’t play an instrument, so it’s just raw vocals. I used to sing in choirs, but I’m very rusty, and I get emotional while I’m singing, and my voice gets wobbly and threatens to break. I also recorded it on an old iPhone, and some of the P’s and B’s are a little puffy. It’s not great quality – but I don’t have the time or equipment to do all of that, and I don’t particularly want to. I’m kinda shy.
I’m putting this up while I’m feeling brave enough to share it, because I think some people need to hear it. I have to believe that I was inspired to write it, and to sing it, for a reason. Fear would keep me silent, but I am putting my faith and my trust in God.
If you ARE a music person and you happen to like this song, I encourage you to steal it and run with it. I don’t care if you make money off of it. My ideas are 100% free. I call it the “I DON’T WANT YOUR DIRTY MONEY” license.
For the first time in my life, I see us – WE, THE PEOPLE – poised as a nation to make a real difference for our future. I see us poised, on the very eve of our destruction, to reach out, and to instead choose REDEMPTION.
I cannot adequately describe the coldness of the righteous anger that has grown in me all these years, as I have toiled and struggled and fought to carve out a life of my own making, in a corrupt system which was never designed to afford me opportunity – but to put me in my place as chattel; as an atomized, expendable unit of labor.
Neither can I adequately describe the warmth of the fire that has been kindled in me by the efforts of the good and the Godly men and women of my country – and by the power of the Holy Spirit, testifying to me that if WE, THE PEOPLE are willing to live in good and in Godly ways, if we are willing to live by principles of TRUTH, if we are willing to follow GOD’S PLAN and have FAITH, then we will hold the Mandate of Heaven, and no enemy seeking to destroy us (neither from without, nor from within), shall prevail against us.
Pray. Stand. Fight. The enemy WILL be destroyed in the end.
Nothing can stop what is coming.
God bless, patriots.