Bone Spur Patriot

Our heroes are feeling, kneeling
In the land of the free
But, our leader, Impeder
Has a dark empty mind
And knows nothing at all of who came from behind

These men, our friends, all live where we do
As heroes, not zeros
Seeking peaceful redress
Yet our king has locked them away
Inside of a zoo

Many were soldiers who always have known
That their most difficult Battles must be fought in their home
Their hearts, their starts, not just an end zone
Let them see, bend a knee
And Try Setting the tone

But Donald smiles as his marionettes dance
The first amendment now is now just a hitch
It’s confused, abused and viewed in a trance
And serves only to stitch —
The temper tantrums of a “son of a bitch,”

Peter W. Johnson
5/19/2019