With a little rain and the truest grit Following admonitions to never forget, We'll know liberty's tree from its roots grown To the top of freedom's leaves, deeply flowing.
We've driven the distance to see the sights Across this nation, as we talked of our rights It seems Bari's mouth has it all wrong again, Misunderstanding the Constitution he's sworn to defend.
We have explained as deeply as we feel we must, That it's a Constitutional Republic in which we trust. Yet, Bari and friends want to talk of democracy, Our founders found its failures to be legendary.
We've had time to think and sing a few songs, This family of mine right where it seems to belong. But best of all was when we stopped and we walked Because in those times, we thought and we talked.
Independence Day unmasks the nobility of mankind. As we think about just causes and hoping to find That honor and posterity are not hereditary But instead, we wage our struggle in necessity.
Self-evident truths lead to unalienable rights, And in the eyes of tyranny, this leads to fights As those daring to be righteous in improvement Push forward to the republican form of government.
Sometimes my daughters believe this is all a test. The answers should be simpler and answered best By following the dictum of following their hearts. I suppose that's been my fault from the start.
(c) July 4, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along