The Death Of The Party Poem by John Weber

The liquidation has begun
        in earnest, at interest,
as we slide into command and control;
        no politician left to extol
how grand a land we live in

with so much voice to limit and
        assets to compound,
fences and compounds to build,
        for that coercive guild
structure proves a binding notion.

True statesmen speak within the
        parameters of truth
to project belief in all of our aid
        no matter how far we’ve strayed
from the liberty our fathers shed lives

to protect from the tyrant and the
        thief without belief in the
power welling within you and me
        compelling us to breathe free
with gratitude for each brave gust

until the beacon shines inside
        to illuminate us all with honor
instead of chasing robber-baron lies
        from these bankers who despise
every liberated mind earning a future.