“Times that try men’s souls”
are the times that sunshine patriots
shrink from service to their country.
These men, cowards.
Do not deserve love and thanks.
Tyranny, like hell
is not easily conquered.
The harder the conflict,
more glorious the triumph will become.
This is only if —
Will they find reason to believe in a higher power
unlike their own?
A power that sides with logic and progress,
not with blind trust,
that like the king of Britain.
Celestial, an article as freedom
is something we all deserve.
Britain has a right,
to bind in all cases.
Unlimited a power as this,
Should only be in God’s hands.
Yet he relinquished.
But the King!
Acting as a common murderer,
a highwayman.
He takes up arms,
using the power not given to him by any.
Driven back, men petrified.
This brave exploit performed by broken forces.
Lead.
By a woman,
by Joan of Arc.
I call not upon a few, but upon all.
Not one state or two
but every state.
Courage is what all men
need to search for.
They need to find the courage within.
Let it be told to the future world.
In the depths of winter,
nothing but hope and virtue could survive.
The poor and rich will
suffer or rejoice alike.
Because you see,
little might have saved the whole.
“But he whose heart is firm,
whose conscience approves his conduct,
will pursue his principles unto death!”
I see the reasoning,
“as straight and clear as a ray of light.”
They break into my home,
destroy my property,
kill and or threaten!
Am I to suffer it?
What signifies whether
king or common man.
He be countryman or not.
Whether done by individual villain, or army.
Reason,
to the root, we shall find no difference.
For punish is one case, pardon in the other.