Break Glass

JBentley

 

Only a few will take a stand all else be damned 
When others say let it ride it won’t affect me
While sin and immoral behavior are celebrated 
Your children being groomed for a new reality 

Don’t pretend you can’t change this ideology 
The cowards among you don’t want involved 
Religion, nuclear family and nation destroyed
Only a few of us demonstrate our resolve

Feared and hated by those wanting change 
Won’t understand why I resist and how
The cowards and timid broke that glass 
I was needed by them then but not now

You can’t unbuild the monster you created 
Or take away because of a change in need
I won’t apologize for being what I am
These words here to promise I am about deeds

I love this nation still willing to sacrifice 
I’ll vote, encourage and fight any wrong I see
My family and those who still believe worth all
Make no mistake right trumps your deceit

Now that I’m not needed you’d put me away
Keep pretending your evil is acceptable to all
The very cowards among you broke the glass
Now you’re frightened that I answered the call


JBentley26Oct2025

 

 

 

  • Author: JBentley (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 13th, 2025 10:02
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    A poem that calls for the past and sees the future as a deterioration and damnation. A well constructed write.

    • JBentley

      You are very observant and an old soul. Thank you for your comment and insight.

      • sorenbarrett

        You are most welcome

      • NinjaGirl

        There is much fear and apprehension toward the progression of our society...fantastic political commentary

        • JBentley

          I do not fear so-called progressives. Those who want that “progress” want others to pay while the non contributors put neither physical effort or “skin” in the game in the actual fight. When they run out of other people’s money and the intestinal fortitude of warriors, they will be the slaves they believe they wanted.



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