Where are the Paul Reveres?
By Chandler Jameson
Where are the Paul Reveres,
Riding through the night?
Where are the Paul Reveres,
Riding from the darkest of darks to the lightest of lights?
Where are the Paul Reveres,
With a cry of warning coming from their throats?
Where are the Paul Reveres,
Telling their neighbors of the enemies coming by land and by boats?
They warn us of threats both far and near,
They defend our liberties so precious and dear,
Those noble and brave Paul Reveres.
But today there is silence where there should be fright.
There are no galloping horses
In the dead hours of the night.
Where are the Paul Reveres,
To warn us of the coming malignant forces?
Has he died
On his glorious midnight ride?
Has he become deaf and blind?
Has he been sabotaged at the peak of his prime?
No, none of these things.
It was merely his time.
He has dropped the mantle and passed the torch.
He has kicked off his boots and put away his horse.
His voice has become raw, weak, and coarse.
It is up to us: to you and to I
To make the choice to live or to die.
Our neighbor’s entirety is on the line
Unless we can make it in the nick of time.
So, Onward! Onward, show no fear
You brave and noble Paul Reveres.
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