Rex Gero

Liberty is at Risk! Gold does not Empower the Paper; rather, it is trust. That a fixed Unit of value Reposes within The script. A worth certain; For Time; effort And Knowledge or property. This trust Alone Has created The basis For world Prosperity. Enemies within, Entrenched politicians; Bureaucrats, public And private. The losers in the Revolution of the Sixties. Back to college For their Masters Degree And For forty Years of Networking. Now succeeding In debasing The currency. Coerced lending To Sub-prime Borrowers. Blind eyes turned To Fraud on a Massive Scale. At the top, A policy Of Printing valueless Money, To cover valueless Morals. Empty trust expresses Perfectly, An empty treasury. Papered over with empty works and emptier words. The hope of The people Of the world. Foundering on The shoals of The feckless Scoundrels, who Top to bottom, Populate the American system. Jefferson’s warning "The price of freedom is eternal vigilance" has sadly been proven true. Liberty is at risk!   Last Man Arriving late, He charged The steps. Up, Through the Smoke filled Well. The horror Shown by Those he passed, Reminded him Of Scenes from Hell. On, He climbed He heard no Roar. Emerging from The acrid Stair. Silence.. Then, The sound Of Choirs. To his eye, There came A tear. Ahead, He saw Pearly Gate. Beyond it, Streets Were paved In Gold. He knew His time On Earth Was through. His tear Was not for What He’d Lost. The Streets Were filled With Men in Blue.

Liberty Proud lady Of the Harbor. No hatred Will Cool The Ardor. The passion, With which, People seek Thy Gaze. Through Smoke And clouds of Anguish. You, Stand Tall. Never Languish. Held aloft, Your Beacon Never fades. The smoke And Dust, Will Settle. The sorrow, Test your mettle. Your Children Grow strong. ‘neath your Flame. Their sorrow Won’t Diminish. They’ll See the job To finish. They’ll Bear it all, But only In Your Name.   New York Who could Have known, That bright clear day. Winds of War, Would sweep away. Innocence, We barely Knew. Existed, In a People Who. Seemed Interested, Only, In adding Zeroes. Who could Have Guessed? This Gravest Test. Would Find a City Filled with Heroes.   Remember In the Sky Above Shanksville. Trapped, In a Plane. Some, Calling Home. “Hope I’ll See you Again.” News, From their Loved Ones. Told of The Pain. Inflicted On New York. Once, Then Again. A Congress, Of Sorts. A decision,To Face. Terror Confronted! They Died in This Place. Heroes Remembered, Gain a Life Of their Own. Remember, These Heroes And The courage They’ve Shown.

PoetPatriot, Roger W Hancock
Poetry Quotes
Outside of Church, it is Poetry that lifts the soul

Old Soldier Hero
Old solder long life had lived,
remembering war of long ago.
Kept to himself the sacrifice,
of those with whom he fought beside.
Throughout life he did not brag,
telling few of his Silver Star.
Medals sat in the roll top desk,
out of sight of prying eyes.
Then when time, for him drew nigh,
memories conjured the battle cry.
Unknowing why he took them out,
medals he began...confide.
Death now ends his memories,
remembrance will be mine.
I now hold his warrior pride,
for years had been his own.
‘Wish I’d known long ago,
his silver proof of valor.
Wounded in battle, kept the fight,
duty to country and comradery.
Though a hero we always held,
not many knew the tale.
Silver Star of bravery;
before me lies, an old soldier hero.