Ancestral Rage

I hear the echos of horse-harness in the fog. I feel the quickening of the blood as I grip my bow. The quiver of arrows rattles at my back. The rage of my ancestors calls to me, to join in battle with the enemies of the future. Who are these fools who think that laws have meanings outside the will of man? If we will it, this nation falls. No one can stop it, it will occur. It will occur because we, the people, no longer have faith in it.

The child-rapist will not sit on the throne. We will not accept him as our leader. He will never hold authority while we draw breath.

Know this, fearful pale ones. You have acted foolishly in thinking your fears meant anything to anyone aside from yourselves.  We are not afraid, and we will lead the way into the future, with you or without you. Make your choices wisely this time. 

Author: RAnthony

I'm a freethinking, unapologetic liberal. I'm a former CAD guru with an architectural fetish. I'm a happily married father. I'm also a disabled Meniere's sufferer.

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