Gather My Patriots and You Shall Hear
By Bob Gaydos
You’ve heard of the ride of Paul Revere?
One if by land, two if by sea?
The British are coming …?
Forget it. They’re here.
The tea to be dumped
Is a rodent named Trump.
A king, in his eyes.
On a throne built on lies
and fear and anger and lust
and greed.
I’ve got mine is his line.
I want yours is his screed.
So rally the troops
And take to the streets.
For no kings shall we have
in this land of the free.
Nor rich man’s tax cuts and tariffs
On tea.
No kings, hear us sing,
Shall we ever abide in this land of the free.
And pray, please remember, be strong,
but be wise.
Do not smile or sing till you see the whites of their eyes.
They’ll be wearing red hats, possibly masks
or military guise.
‘Tis a sham, a charade, a fearful display
which their belligerence belies.
Not at midnight comes this ride
to echo Revere,
But at high noon across the land, so that
all the world should hear.
Our country, ‘tis of thee,
sweet land of liberty.
Of thee we sing.
In this land of the free,
we shall have no king.
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With respect and apologies to Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
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