1776

Seeds of oppression sewnfrom afar

Germinate slowly whenthrown in the mix,

Until growing unrestfeeds the fodder of cannons.

It happened in 1776.

 

A king’s heavy hand sentire through the land.

“What burden of tyrannynext he inflicts.”

The voices cried out. Indefiance they shouted

And echoed in 1776.

 

Merchants and farmers andwoodsmen alike

With rifles and sabers,pitchforks and sticks

Assembled as one onLexington Green.

A prequel to 1776.

 

From Bunker to Breeds

Through marshes and reeds

Until Cornwallis pleadsfor an end to their tricks.

Through battle scars torn

A nation is born.

It started in 1776.