Ba-Bump

It lay there in a heap
Blood oozing from the cracks
In the many layers of filth
That covered its greatness
The many layers of filth
Heaped on by its enemies
Layer after filthy layer
Smothering its glory

I put my ear to the pile
And listened intently for life
Any sign of life at all
Any sound that emanates
Any movement, warmth, or cry
I listened intently for signs
Plugged my other ear
And listened
And listened
And then…..
There it was

Faint and seemingly dying
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It was still alive under that heap
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Fighting for its own survival
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Readied for a great revival
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So I jumped to my feet
And went into action
Pulling layer after layer of filth
From the heap we all had built
The heap of lies and deceit
Thoughtlessness and selfish ambitions
The garbage of unrighteous endeavors
Bags of evil human inhumanness
All piled on through twisted laws
Bought and paid for by Satan himself

The heap grew smaller as I dug
I paused to listen once again
Once again I heard the beat

Louder this time, and a bit faster
Ba-bump… Ba-bump… Ba-bump...
Ba-bump… Ba-bump… Ba-bump...
I think it sensed my efforts
Ba-bump… Ba-bump… Ba-bump...
Ba-bump… Ba-bump… Ba-bump...
It knew my intent was honest
Ba-bump… Ba-bump… Ba-bump...
Ba-bump… Ba-bump… Ba-bump...

But the heap of filth was massive
My strength was waning under the strain
I began do doubt my resolve
Could I clean up this mess alone
Maybe
Maybe not
But I would rather die trying
Than live knowing I did nothing

So I dug, pulled, pushed, and threw
Layer after layer of filth from the heap
Sweat dripped from my brow
Blood oozed from my swollen hands
Then somewhere in my endeavor
I lost all sense of time and feelings
Fell into a state of euphoric madness
In a frenzied rage, I passed out

Awakened by the noise of
Frantic laborers all around me
Digging, pulling, pushing, and throwing
Layer after layer of filth from the heap
Sweat dripping from their brows
Blood oozing from their swollen hands
Joining me in my once hopeless endeavor
I jumped again to my feet
And joined them in their action
Once again hitting a rapid rhythm
No longer alone
No longer wondering
If what I had started would fail

It would not
We would succeed
The heap would be removed
And she would live again
She would be great again
Once again she would be
As she had for so many years
The example of liberty
The light of the world
The land of the free
And the home of the brave

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The Heart of America beats on
I am the Heart of America

An American Ode

By Earl Parsons

To the many unselfish
Throughout our history
That have defended our freedom
Even with their lives
They are true Americans

To the many undaunted
Today and in the past
That cannot be broken
Or defeated in spirit
For they know the truth
Of America’s greatness
They are true Americans

To the throngs of patriots
That still respect the flag
Individuals whose hearts skip
At the red, white and blue
Blue blooded patriots
That loath those that trample
On our flag and our country
They are true Americans

To the Christians standing firm
To the foundation of liberty
Built from the Ten Commandments
And the Holy Word of God
Enduring the onslaught
Of Satan and his minions
They are true Americans

To the conservatives that believe
In the greatness of our forefathers
Their insight and wisdom
Saw us through bad times
Now, more than ever
We must listen to their voices
Screaming from their graves
They still know what to do
For they are true Americans
And we should be listening.