The American Revolution

There was a poet of America,
He wrote his poems.
It was his plan
To write his poems
And become a wealthy man.
For, to work would be costly
And accumulate great debts.
It would mean, not a moment's rest.

Thus, he wrote his poems,
And for 5 hours a day he studied.
He wrote epics, novels, trilogies,
And he studied logic, music and geometry.
He studied history and the great men
And he studied Literary Masters again.
Sufficient, he became proficient at his craft.

Yet, America was wroth that they worked
Too long, and too hard. Thus, the refused
To purchase his work, and rather 
Went to war... for there was no rest.
They wanted to destroy free speech
And leisure, and therefore, force all into  slavery.
For they were in bonds, therefore,
So must everyone be bonded.

The Sheriffs felt too, that this was the way
Yet, they in great liesure, were amateur philosophers.
Bringing into captivity,
And being the spokesmen of the war.
They thought they were on the working class' side,
And thus, tormented the poet cruelly.
They changed  his world, and thought nothing of it.

Thus, the people warred. Bloody it was.
And it was all so all could be in chains
And in slavery. For speech, they warred against.
And thus, they warred, so there would be no freedom
And the only freedom would be to eat.
Until, one day, they couldn't even do that,
As the poet warned... without free speech
There would be no warning.
Those in power could do all they want.

Thus, the supply chains were broken,
The grocery stores were cheap, but barren.
The poet sat in his house, with ten others
Who were sheltered there,
And  they died  each, and rotted upon the floor.
And a great stink rose from that house,
And his uncle came, and said, "Do not talk of God anymore."
For, that was what the war was about.
Simply freedom... they wanted it to go away.

The poet became a slave,
And barred his back to the sherrif.
And they whipped him, and gashed him,
And even the ones who were the beligerants understood...
The poet was right all along.
"We fought to clasp back our shackles,
"And we enslaved the one man who wanted to liberate us."