Devoted men in fear of King James One, Bearing treach'rous seas 'board wooden 'Flower, Tho' stand-and-fight gave way to pack-and-run, "'Twas best," thought they: "Sovereign days than cower." When col'nists brave felt England's grip applied, Or shaken Private: Hitler's beaches stormed, Grit rose by fear of Maker's Rights denied, And freedom fights 'came noble deeds performed. The Spirit of America: 'Tis rife, With lessons learnt (epinephrine enriched), When men who died in bloody fields of strife, 'Came canonized in spangled flags bestitched. So now, you see, it's anger - not this fear, Escorting words for modern youth to hear: You, pupil, doughy-soft in brain and brawn, Fed nonstop hype and hogwash here by those, Counting liberal clocks to pension's con, What lessons have you learnt 'tween game and doze? What fear have you, 'sides: “Why's my phone gone dead?” “'Tis safe to spawn?' Cause AOC... she says, 'The world will end.'” No, fool, fear this instead: Toothy scams made sweet and served like Pez. What of foreboding fascist fiends, you say? While cheer ye, hooded, banded, rats misnamed? “FEAR YE, THE EVIL RACIST TRUMP!” they bray, “PRIVILEGED WHITE” for all things fear'd be blamed! To Youth, I pray, discover counsel new, Find wisdom in your elder's point-of-view. - SCOTT ALEXANDER MCKENZIE
Brilliantly written. How did I ever miss this one? ❤️💪🏼