In 1776

   In 1776, I would have went to the next state and tried again, but here there is no second chance, you can only get hung once, whether by rope, or by the tongue. In 1776, I might have been a Native American, because I’m dark, but that’s okay I would have been a minority, probably had job weaving baskets and that sounds easy to me. In 1777, I’d change my name and build bombs, kill all the evil men before they could put missiles at my feet. In 1776, George Washington would know me.

   In 1776, I would have been, God only knows. The crazy concepts that my brain attempts, but the questions are valid. What happened between now, and 1776? Why do men care only for themselves? In 1776, I would have died helping someone else. All men are crazy, plagued with schizophrenia helping only this friend they call self, for a man cannot live all by himself. If so, that would include living with beasts, and sleeping in trees. They say we came from Apes I say that is where we are going, but you would have never heard a slanderous word, in 1776. I would love the view, in 1776, but now the filth blocks my sight of all the beautiful sights, for beauty lies in what is true, not in what is contrived by the human mind. Reality was as real as death, in 1776. In 1776, you would have been able to look me in the eyes, as though I had something to say, which is the only true freedom of a man. I would have had no time to ruin my own life, because I would have been fighting battles that were not only my own, in 1776. All the goodness is gone, so too my soul, for I wanted only good things, but all that’s left of me is this surviving beast just trying to eat.  

   But not in 1776

I would be sorry…………

I would be a Patriot………………

                              ……………….in 1776