A Time To Stand Poem by cheryl davis miller

The time for polite niceties
is now far in the past.
It's time to put our war boots on
before the die is cast.

Too many generations have
grown-up beneath a cloud;
of crookedness in leadership
so we must cry aloud.

This is not how it's meant to be;
that thieves and liars rule.
Devouring the little ones
with law and methods cruel.

Taking no thought for harm they cause
to any or to all.
Tis time to storm the castle gate
let despots heed the call;

of those held down by lawlessness,
for far too many years,
who've swallowed back lumps in their throats;
and smiled through bitter tears.

For we saw Camelot falling
and could not lift a hand.
Now time has passed and we have grown;
united we will stand.

To fight while there is life in us
and weapons in our hand.
We'll stand for sweet America
then, pray God bless our land.