While The Village Slept

     Complacency, is as dangerous as incompetence. We must never again let our guard down, America is a target for any number of hate mongers who are determined to bring us down. We must further secure our borders, north and south, and we the people, must send a message to Washington that we will not accept politically correct policies that put Americans, here at home and around the world, at risk. Let us not become the village that slept..

Jake. 

The village that sleeps is the village that dies.

The village that sleeps is the village that dies.

WHILE THE VILLAGE SLEPT

 Out, beyond the range

of the scent of the hounds,

the invaders massed in force.

Preparing without haste,

waiting without sound,

for events to set the course.

 *

Time, for them an ally

as the village slept in peace,

secure within the comfort, of their past.

Danger long forgotten,

their defenses had no crease.

And, against all armies, they’d hold fast.

 *

The invasion planned

well before this hour

for any circumstance, unknown.

The villagers were soon to be

without their usual power,

and then, into the chaos thrown.

 *

At the hour of the rooster

when he began to crow,

the invaders took to arms.

And with the sun,

into the village flowed.

Giving quarter none, from harm.

 *

The gore and blood

in rivers ran,

from every site and section.

Where were the vaunted defenses now,

the protectors of this land?

Might there have been, defections?

 *

When death’s visit ended

and the slain brought out to count,

were hundreds, nevermore to be.

 Piled high at center square

a vast and great amount,

of those spirits, now set free.

*

 And the traitors with their silver,

slithered back away from there,

with their evil bought and paid.

While the invaders, ate and drank

from the village shares,

and no act imagined, was forbade.

*

The women were as chattel

the children kicked and scorned,

for to the victors now, all things had passed.

And the living, wished at times to be

they, who now are mourned.

And upon those traitors, curses cast.

 *

Now, the time of occupation

would linger for an age,

and then once more again, the village slept.

Secure now in defenses

that on a grander stage,

tricks them to forget, how once they wept!

***

 Jack Downing

Mar. 2011

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Hearth and Health are wonderful things and if you're without either such sorrow that brings So I cannot express enough thanks to my Lord and to my family and friends for the support you afford! ~Jack Downing~
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