STRANGULATED
STRANGULATED
By Arley Steinhour 061313
Have you ever wondered about number 'Thirteen,'
And how it formed our free living, today,
Another Century will pass before seeing Thirteen, Thirteen,
That day holds sway, only in 'Year, and Day.'
Six - thirteen - thirteen, lucky number today,
Counting, Stars and Bars, but ringing one Bell,
The superstitious though, may stay away,
Founded on 'Thirteen,' this Nation did Jell,
Blessed with Freedoms, from Tyranny,
This Nation, through Constitution, is founded,
Where the Government, is you and me,
Through our Representatives, Well-grounded.
The Liberty Bell, though, dares not ring,
The First ring brought on a great crack,
To show us, the 'Knell of Death' may sting,
If we don't keep this Nation, 'On-track.'
We now live in deep 'Freedom' Quandary,
About the confines of Freedom's 'Sway,'
On what we should call 'Dirty Laundry,'
Representatives, as if 'God,' would now play.
They place 'laws,' around each 'Right,',
Like a hangman's noose upon neck,
Barely touching the skin, not too tight,
Strangulated, 'Right' dies, can't come back.
Thirteen is, a number of 'Prime,'
Divisible, by none-other,
Freedom seems to have had its Time,
Prophesied end, of a Brother, being a Brother.
I started out, to be gentle,
I wished to express my joy,
I typed words, becoming less 'incidental,'
As More Unsaved, daily, become Satan's Toy.
AMEN
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