Hi. This is my first post. I was at the Capitol on the 6th and on the way home wrote a poem/song that I would like to share. Please forgive the rough spots...it obviously still needs lots of polishing. First, some context of some of the imagery:
...What I saw on the 6th was like nothing I've ever encountered, ever felt.
In coming back home, I'm heartbroken to see the narrative of a righteously furious but always in control, good group of millions of citizens be hijacked into something of terrorism and sedition. The control, restraint, and self-governing of such a large group was truly American, and I have never been more proud of our country. We were in the right. We preserved that historical building in a way no real mob ever would. We were Patriots protecting our country, not burning it. Any true liberal worth his salt should be praising it, not vilifying it.
Some of you may disagree, but I believe that entering the Capitol to seek redress and petition our congress critters to "Do Your Job" --not to overturn an election but to simply ensure that our election law was upheld, for Pete's sake--was absolutely the correct action no matter how the media and even some of our own voices portray it. Any one of those cowards could have met the citizenry and been safe despite the anger, for this was not a mob but The Everyman, and yet they fled. They fled their constituents!
At one moment when I was there, a red flare shot up into the sky. The clouds had just parted and the most piercing blue of sky could be seen against the white. And yet, on the ground, there were flash bangs, there were visible clouds of teargas...on a people standing ready, but standing in control of themselves. Teargas on a people standing in anger, voice, and prayer...but standing ultimately in peace and preservation, not destruction.
Even in the cherrypicked "aftermath" photos and videos being used to demonize us, it's striking that the buildings, the statues, the paintings, the velvet ropes, are virtually pristine. It is hallowed ground of patriots, and remained so. Telling to me that reports of elected officials and staff breaking Capitol furniture into makeshift weapons against their constituents have only mildly been mentioned.
Some of the most strident voices there were those of the Chinese immigrants who had escaped the CCP and were now desperately trying to wake people up to the horror of a corrupt government. There were many walks of life all standing up for Trump and for America, and against what is now surely revealed as the true threat of fascism.
At one point, while standing near the street for a time away from the Capitol proper between the reflecting pool and the street, we were singing The Star Spangled Banner and God Bless America, etc. In the middle of the song, riot vehicles full of several men with bullhorns and blaring horns/sirens gesturing and shouting at us "LEAVE THIS AREA IMMEDIATELY! LEAVE NOW" or somesuch,
I am an extremely law abiding and have great respect for LEOs...still do. This poem is not in any way anti-cop. I took a step to leave. But then I thought of our beloved Rush, fighting the odds every day to be a voice for us on the golden mike, of our Founding Fathers who gave so much in the face of such overwhelming opposition, and of our Lion of a president facing daily for four years a legion of chattering, gutless, opportunistic hyenas.
A few left, which I cannot fault, but most of us all just looked around and just kept singing. We were in the right to be doing so at that moment, I think. The vehicles eventually left and did not return.
I also realized, then, that we patriots had all the power. There were millions of us...short of carpet bombing, there was no power that could have turned us back by force. We turned ourselves back when we chose...civilly, with dignity, and with self control. Ironic, that the only violence I saw that day was on the walk back to my car when, among other incidents, my mother (in a wheelchair) and I were harassed by a weapons-wielding large and furious young man who took offense at our obviously maga-supporting selves.
I left sometime after President Trump asked us to go home peacefully. He had--and still has--behind him a millions strong citizenry who was in the right that day, and I pray it is a moment in history that will be seen for the beautiful and mighty American moment it was.
...anyway, thanks for letting me share this here. -Songbird
We Were There
(Ghost March of the Founding Few)
When the clouds of gas came roiling
Down the steps through crowds encoiling,
And injustice fast embroiling,
(a veteran shot despite her empty hands!)
When “LEAVE NOW!” shouts and sirens' blare
With Anthem mingled in the air,
And blue and white of sky and cloud were gashed with blood-red flare...
We were there.
When desperate plea uniting all
Of “Do Your Job!”, that clarion call
Was clapper struck on building wall,
(a liberty bell rung by 3 million hands!)
When footfall crashed in waves, a mare
Of immigrants whose strident care
For freedom woke the sleeping who were blithely unaware...
We were there.
With millions strong of meek and bold,
Of black and white, of young and old,
Who, stalwart, stood in biting cold
(and firebrand blood kept warm frostbitten hands!)
Whilst cowards fled to lowly lair--
Afraid of those who stood in prayer,
And trembled in their tunnels at the People's righteous ayre...
We were there.
And did you see us, standing by
When Ashley took her final sigh?
And did you hear us, giving breath,
To the golden voice who faces death?
And did you feel us, holding ground,
When prayers drowned out your bullhorn's sound?
We Founding Fathers Few who gave our all?
We strode abreast—though still unseen—
With one man great of heart and mien,
Who unbowed, fought back, leonine.
(And stilled their readied storm with quieting hands!)
While arrows volleyed, truths laid bare,
While false friends crowed, we showed him where
The light shone on your deeds and stolen silver pieces' fare...
We were there.
Good common folk all merely sought
Redress of broken oaths and fought—
Not with their guns—but deed, word, thought.
(Against guarded shirks with grubbing, too-soft hands!)
Now can you feel our judging stare?
You mice who fled the People's dare,
Then crept back in to weight your paws upon the scale's tare...?
We were there.
We made this hall, this ground you soil
With backroom deals and ill-got spoil,
With swallowed hearts and weakened moil,
(You spat on our graves and on their outreached hands!)
Their voices fell on deafened ear
Tuned only to the fawning ware
Of bleating media crying wolf in every blast and blare...
We were there.
And did you see us, standing tall,
To break the blow of Ashley's fall?
And did you hear us, giving breath,
To the golden voice who faces death?
And did you feel us, holding ground,
When prayers drowned out your bullhorn's sound?
We Founding Fathers Few who gave our all?
And now those voices that you flee,
Who bravely sang both curse and plea,
Have called us up again to breathe.
(And conjured thus, we will wait with steady hands!)
When soon you cry, "What Savage Heir,
Now hounds and haunts this timid hare,
And leaves it thrashing, panicked in its self-created snare?"
We were there.
And did you see us, standing fast,
When her brave heart gave up its last?
And did you hear us, giving breath,
To the golden voice who faces death?
And did you feel us, holding ground,
When prayers drowned out your bullhorn's sound?
We Founding Fathers Few who gave our all?
We Founding Fathers Few who gave our all!
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