The quiet and still have spoken.
They, whom battle with ballot, not sword, have penned their decree.
With one voice, a clarion beacon, there can be no confusion in their memorandum. It reverberates throughout this land, as a piercing trump, in vast proportion.
“We the people are one nation, under God, with liberty and justice for all!”
Their heart’s battle cry shall not be ignored, for they are a people of law and order. Folly and rout have run their course.
Redemption is around the corner and the crossroad’s upon us.
We, who turn right, embrace the one lane highway and are redeemed.
Those who clutch their bearing, or poles apart, encounter the sign of no return, as the road is swallowed behind them.
Many, are they, bound to the broad way, or herded to the boulevard. Both lost on a merging trail. Some with knowledge of the sign ahead and others take a backseat, in slothful slumber.
Still disclosed is the narrow path and the righteous’ reward awaits their arrival.
“Come, join us,” the vehicle of morality beckons.
It’s horn resounds a final call.
“All aboard who are coming aboard!”
Yesterday, a dead-end wall.
Today, opportune for all.
Tomorrow, will never fall.
They, whom battle with ballot, not sword, have penned their decree.
With one voice, a clarion beacon, there can be no confusion in their memorandum. It reverberates throughout this land, as a piercing trump, in vast proportion.
“We the people are one nation, under God, with liberty and justice for all!”
Their heart’s battle cry shall not be ignored, for they are a people of law and order. Folly and rout have run their course.
Redemption is around the corner and the crossroad’s upon us.
We, who turn right, embrace the one lane highway and are redeemed.
Those who clutch their bearing, or poles apart, encounter the sign of no return, as the road is swallowed behind them.
Many, are they, bound to the broad way, or herded to the boulevard. Both lost on a merging trail. Some with knowledge of the sign ahead and others take a backseat, in slothful slumber.
Still disclosed is the narrow path and the righteous’ reward awaits their arrival.
“Come, join us,” the vehicle of morality beckons.
It’s horn resounds a final call.
“All aboard who are coming aboard!”
Yesterday, a dead-end wall.
Today, opportune for all.
Tomorrow, will never fall.
