I question their purpose
In challenging the moment
Their continence hate
The people of fate

Anti truth they purport
As they create their facade
Of the their own darkness
Projecting it, creating it

Ever evil manifested
An image recreated again.. and again
The shadow of life, antithesis of light
In monstrous presence, to intimidate

Their word kill apparent to end debate
They believe this tactic new
Actions to late to matter
Announcing true nature in oral hate

They come like Denizens of the dark
To steal the resolve of the strong
Kill the free heart in a deluge of the idiots peril. Logic lacking the rely on blood letting

To silence the bold spirit
To eliminate the resistant will
As the bulwark maintains the line
The past testified the persistent message

Our fathers words echo clear
From that dark fate survived
They call to us to remember
The legacy they left
Behind
And the price they paid
For our
Lives.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe