I thought for a long time before posting this. It's derived from Thelan Paulk's well-known poem A Ghost from the Past. I almost never do derivative poetry. But the message in the original was so important that I couldn't pass it by. This was, somehow, something I just had to write. THE GHOST FROM VALLEY FORGE By UncleMorgan (Respectfully adapted from A Ghost from the Past by Thelan Paulk) I had a dream the other night I didn't understand of a figure walking through the mist with a flintlock in his hand. His clothes were torn and blood-stained. He stood close beside my bed. He took off his tricorn hat and then he softly said: We fought our Revolution to secure your Liberty, and we wrote the Constitution as a shield from tyranny. To future generations we left this legacy: That the Brave should ever strive to keep this Land forever free. The freedoms we secured for you were always yours to keep. But tyrants labored endlessly while your fathers fell asleep. Now your freedom’s gone—your courage lost—you're no more than a slave. How can this be? he asked of me. Are there none left of the Brave? You bend your knee for the right to speak, and the right to own a gun. The right to start a business, or to build a place for one. On land you only think you own you pay a yearly rent. And you have no voice in choosing how that money's spent. Your children all are slaves in schools that do not educate. And your morals can't be taught there, by Order of the State. You read about the current "news" in a propaganda press. You pay a tax you should not owe, and fear the IRS. Your money isn’t honest coin of silver or of gold. You work for paper promises—and that’s how your life’s controlled. You pay for crimes that make our Nation turn from God in shame. You've taken Satan's number, and you’ve forfeited your name. You've given all your rights away to those who mean you harm, and they shut down your churches and seize your family farms. They keep our country deep in debt, put men of God in jail, and they can find no Justice where corrupted courts prevail. Your public servants don't uphold the solemn oaths they've sworn. And your daughters visit doctors so their children won't be born. Your leaders send your sons away to fight on foreign shores. And they bleed out their life’s-blood fighting other people's wars. Can you earn again the Freedoms for which we fought and died? Can you find once more the Courage, and the Faith, to stand with pride? Or are there no more values left that you would fight and die to save? Will you let you children wear in turn the chains that made you slave? Sons of our Great Republic, arise and take a stand! Defend your Constitution, the true Law of the Land! Preserve our Great Republic, and each God-given right! And pray to God to help you keep the torch of Freedom burning bright! As I awoke he vanished in the mists from whence he came. His words were true: we are not free, and we’ve only us to blame. For even now the tyrants trample our God-given rights, while we only stand and tremble—too afraid to stand and fight! If the Ghost from Valley Forge should some night call you in your sleep, and ask you what remains of all the rights he fought to keep, what will your answer be, then, when he calls out from the grave Is this the Land of Freedom? Did you stand among the Brave? Rise up, Brothers! Sisters! Take back the rights they fought to save! Then, when you hear that quiet voice, you won’t hear it as a slave. You won’t have to turn your face away or hang your head in shame. And your children, and their children, will be proud they bear your name.