EDITOR OF REDSTATE
A friend’s daughter wrote this last week after the election. He emailed to see if I had an interest in posting. I got busy traveling and failed to, but wanted to make sure this got up.
The dark horses, it’s over now
We’re counted out
We’re felled and down
Amidst a struggle ugly to remember
Do we regret this fight we fought?
Not one bit of one of us, our ground we’d hold
Screaming to ears turned numbed by blue cold
We’d fight it all again, our founding not to rot
Doesn’t mean we’ve lost the war
Just shifts degree, domain – what we’re fighting for
Cause either way we’d have to fight
To keep or rid, succeed or die
But this battle is crucial for good to sit
They started it, we’ve picked it
They wished this coming doom
We all head towards inevitable blue gloom
Their leader’s lies they just consumed
So grab your yoke, and we’ll resume
We’ll all pull this cart together
Thunderheads form above and to new law we’re all tethered
Every one of us would crane his neck
To meet another dark horse along this dark path
Subdued yet still free and preparing to fight again
We’d flare nostrils and lock eyes – for what gain?
The dream we had for this land would flow between us
It’s not dead, that I can promise.
Then the jerk of the reign
Pulling us down this blue-paved way
Justice slips but come again:
We’ll slowly cut away this chain
Until the land runs free, alive, red