(With Apologies To Walter Scott)
I see a day ahead, dark and different, that cannot imagine the wealth of strength and grace that brought us here. What would they say, those great ones who went before, of the current sentiment, measuring all history according its own standard?My Native Land
Sir Walter Scott Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd
From wandering on a foreign strand!
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him no Minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung.
To The Keepers Of The Flame
those ones who went before that we might be.
And now there comes another generation,
despises those who died to make us free.
How arrogant! The measuring of those who went before
by what seems right to now's untested souls
who never paid the price to live their life or dream their dream,
and measure right and wrong in terms of polls.
Haters of themselves and God, the ones who have not earned,
and carry on as though they stand alone.
While standing on the backs of others greater than themselves,
they drag us down toward the tyrant’s throne.
Their echo-chamber lofty speeches weigh
with talk of social justice and the poor
but infinitely destitute are they
whose names shall be forgotten evermore.
They speak, like we, of light and liberty
while unawares admit themselves to dread.
and from the grave they shall not cry
who from the truth and life have fled
The Changing Of The Guard (With Apologies To Walter Scott) by William Stapleton is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.