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I stand to my feet,
hand on my
heart,
waiting for those historic words to start.
Words since my youth...
this country, my home...
only
to see I stand alone.
I think of my fathers laid on
countless hills,
I consider the cost of bullet and quill,
They speak to me...
carved names on stone...
I reflect
on these as I stand alone.
I declare the words,
ignored with laughter and profanities,
with video gaming
and texting insanities,
tearing down what’s inside of me,
but I will push through it all.
I will stand tall
when
it is all said and done,
even if I am the last one.
On
my own I stand alone.
My country, ‘tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
As you fade into history,
I hum
your fabled song,
think of all that is gone...
one
nation, indivisible...
I finish the declaration while I
hear nearby moans
in a room where I stand alone.
Dale Hensarling
Copyright 2023
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