Friday, March 7, 2014


“Aeneas fleeing from Troy” by Pompeo Batoni (ca. 1750)
“Arma virumque cano...
(Of armaments and a man I sing...)”
- Virgil, The Aeneid, Book I, Line 1


Liberty, sing us your Anthem, that

Melody almost forgotten.

Sing of the Morning returning, how

night will yet flee from Its flashes.

Sing of the Victory over our

ruling class royal and rotten.

Sing of such tyranny toppled, our

Freedom retrieved from its ashes.

Liberty, sing of Aeneas for-

saken and flung from his city:

elders naïve and dismissive re-

fused to court any misgiving,

welcomed their enemies enter who

slaughtered and burned with no pity,

leaving Aeneas to scramble and

scarcely to lead out the living.

Thus, for a ruling class folly, lose

Trojans their Freedom to violence:

fugitive, sea-lost, and shipwrecked when

forced to survive and haul anchor.

Likewise, our elders make folly and

court all misgivings as silence;

welcome in doom as a trophy, yet

marxism's envy and rancor.

Fie on such ruling class sophists! And

fie on such democrat driven!

Fie on such ivy league marxists! And

fie on such wicked king soros!

Dragging such horse to our city, they

loose their plan cloward and piven.

Thinking we'd sleep in surrender, they

dare tread upon Ouroboros.

Liberty, sing of Aeneas and

sing of the city he founded:

Freedom for war-weary Trojans, yes,

Freedom for all those forsaken.

We of the Gadsden Flag waving, our

Fate in Aeneas is grounded.

Listen as Liberty sings us that

Melody never mistaken.

Hardships 'ppear pleasant with passing; there's

Home yet where Freedom will ring.

Morn on horizon will break yet, just

listen to Liberty sing!