1776

Seeds of oppression sewn from afar

Germinate slowly when thrown in the mix,

Until growing unrest feeds the fodder of cannons.

It happened in 1776.

 

A king’s heavy hand sent ire through the land.

“What burden of tyranny next he inflicts.”

The voices cried out. In defiance they shouted

And echoed in 1776.

 

Merchants and farmers and woodsmen alike

With rifles and sabers, pitchforks and sticks

Assembled as one on Lexington Green.

A prequel to 1776.

 

From Bunker to Breeds

Through marshes and reeds

Until Cornwallis pleads for an end to their tricks.

Through battle scars torn

A nation is born.

It started in 1776.