The Hour is Late – a Poem

by Dawn // August 28, 2022  

We know the countryside came alive,

with Paul Revere’s midnight ride.

We know the Union line held at the high water mark,

when the rebels crossed the field with a bark.

We know the Country got in line after the Japanese bombs fell,

a nation working together with the ringing bell.

On January 6th 2021 a Trump mob tried to take the country down,

the question before us will we submit to someone wearing a crown.

Paul Lange