What great woe hath been worked upon the minds of our youth… that they should hate their forefathers and the glory of their heritage? Who hath taken the bards of time too bring low the great cites of man’s mind? Where is found our refuge from the mundane and mediocrity of the crowd… whose, banter cries give us bread.
Let us lift up our light… to shine brightly upon the stage of man… too, guide the wayward youth homeward bound… to valley’s pleasant and mountains high… where, thought and the mind may see clearly the dubious poison before most men. Will there be one righteous too cry out? Let him so speak that men may be freed from the tyranny of the mob… too, climb the mountain.
Where are the patriots old… whose, vigor and youth once crushed the cursed ways of the ignorant… whose, love of humanity and God gave hope to a dying world? Let them arise and rekindle the flames of liberty while there is yet light too see. Awake, I say awake ye who labor for righteousness and liberty… rally round the hewn cries of thy fellow man… voice, the long lost clarion call of freedom… freedom, let us be free.
Given this 15th Day of August in the year of our Lord 2009… to those with an ear to hear and an eye to see.
God Bless This Great Nation of Liberty and Justice For All;