Biker Republic: Poem-A Biker's Fight

Now I crawl upon my bike,
The safety nazis can take a hike.
If I should die before I return,
I pray my family never learn,

That I did anything that was not my choice.
Nor ever failed to raise my voice,
In ardent declaration of my Liberty and rights,
And knowing I did all I could when retiring at night.

Each day that passes, I become more confused.
As a war veteran and Patriot, I am feeling very used.

I swore to protect our Constitution from all enemies,
foreign or domestic,
Yet, our Bill of Rights now, seems only majestic.
For, if I am to fight those enemies of our land,
It is against federal tyranny that I now must stand.

The laws of nature, on which our Republic was based,
Have now been demonized and all but erased,
From the hearts and minds of our citizens’ souls.
I can only pray that God has compassion on our woes.

Ride safe my fellow members of the Biker Nation.
As I bid you ‘God Bless’ in this salutation.
COME ALIVE, BE STRONG, AND TAKE A STAND.
Help preserve for our children, this sacred land!