Ode To The
Children of Dissent
Oh my Children of Dissent, I bid you
greetings of Vigilance
And…sadly shed upon your torn, tattered souls, tears of Sorrow.
You come here to deface your nation; to shred its Constitution
Neglecting honor upon your ancestor’s bones that set your rages
Oh, Children of Dissent, my ancient soul
aches in witness to your frivolity,
Your sophomoric stupidity yields the stench of generational
I hear the moaning, wailing of your mother’s mother’s mother’s
Who, under the wings of Liberty, delivered rather than aborted
you the Right to Dissent.
You honor not your Mother’s Mother’s
Mother’s Mother gift of Freedom as you rage.
You micturate, not genuflect, upon the alter you so freely bash.
Instead of Honor, you spew odious venom; your words
aborting Freedom’s fetus.
You pretend Liberty’s Honor never existed, that its present
state is malformed.
Oh, my Children of Dissent, I do not
disparage your Right to Rage.
Liberty’s Children inherit the maternal right to refute, but not
with only one lonely eye.
You act Honorless, voiding all traces of what's Good and Just as
you paint Liberty black.
I abhor not your Dissent, but your blindness not to honor the
Right to Dissent.
You are young, and in that youth,
foolish, of that is without doubt, my Children of Dissent.
For if you were of Age, aware of all the buckets of blood spilled so your
tongues could wag,
You would halt and kneel between Free Breaths to tribute the
Liberty of your Dissent.
But…I cry…you are deaf and blind to that which gives you breath.
You, Children of Dishonoring
Dissent, turn your backs upon your birth mother.
You refuse to flip the coin of Right & Wrong, to recognize there
is Good in Bad.
You see only Bad in Good, so you shred the Constitution and spit
on the flag.
I pray you do not die in your rut, blind to Liberty’s sunshine,
as is your present lot.
But I am not here to dig your graves
That, you do each time you rail against your country and shred
its fabric with a laugh.
I come as a Grandfather of Vigilance, to plead you pry
open the blind eye of Honor.
And see what the Beast of Terror hides from view—your duty to
Dissent against your country, its
leaders, your Constitution is not a crime.
But void of Honor, it is a horrid waste, a vile corruption of
the legacy of your land.
As you protest your country's defects, its
enemies slip under your children's beds,
They come to spread the hate you fertilize upon your seeds, to
turn them to weeds.
You see, my Children, one-eyed Dissent
is about ripping out the viscera of your nation,
You proclaim it cancerous, malignant to all who salute its
flag or bear its arms.
The Beast of Dissent sirens you to stomp on all the Virtues of
You ape the Beast, bilious utterances gagging all, for you
proceed without thanksgiving
Neglecting Honor means only the Beast of
Terror has swallowed you into his gut.
You are his child, digested by his bile, vomiting his Fear,
Intimidation and Complacency.
You speak nothing Good about your nation; you honor it not in
your desecrating diatribes.
The Beast has blinded your eyes, has sunk his fangs in your
You believe that by spewing the Beast's
Breath you grow strong among weeds.
How sad is that untruth, for as you chop at the legs of Liberty and
Freedom, you diminish.
America, the country you hail as the harbinger of Capitalism,
Greed, of Corruptness,
Is only what its Children think of it.
You, my Children of Dissent, think only
of its ills.
You, my Children of Dissent, refuse to salute its values or
virtues or symbols.
You, my Children of Dissent, set fire to its foundations as one
might a plagued body.
You, my Children of Dissent, whisper to your children: “America
What Courage, Conviction or Right
Actions for future generations comes from bile?
I witness only Fear, Intimidation and Complacency as the
afterbirth of Dissent.
This Dissent I speak of is not the Right to object, to oppose,
to fight against injustice.
I speak of Dissent Without Respect, without honor given prior to
Oh, yes, I forget the sophomoric
stupidity that cries: “I have a right to Dissent.”
And yes, my Children, that is true, but not without the duty
first to offer respect.
It is in this void between the Respect to Dissent and the
Dissent that man vs. boy exist.
The man stands proud and salutes, then Dissents; the boy refuses
to honor the right.
That’s why when you shred the
Constitution for a five-dollar fund-raising fee,
I wonder what difference there is between you and a sitting
At least the President salutes the flag before collecting the
You jackal-laugh and cheer as you shred Democracy, but still
take the money.
I sat and watched you, my Children of
Dissent, jeer and filet your nation.
The marrow in my bones ossified.
I thought of what your children must think of you who deface
your nation’s might,
And whether they weep for you silently in the darkness of the
Your Rights to Dissent are chiseled in
that document you gloatingly shred.
But you do not honor that Right when you push the button to
You cheer as demons perched on the rings of Hell, looking only
You laud not the document’s magnificence or glory…how sad…how
I warn you, Children of Dissent, be wary
of the Beast of Terror’s claws.
He hunkers in your shadow, stalking you as a pederast does a
He knows your gullible ignorance, your blind eye, is his
He savors your refusal to Respect the Right to Dissent that will
lead you to his lair.
So as the Father of Vigilance, I offer
you this one small tidbit of advice:
Honor all that you Dissent before you flog and masticate it as
Genuflect not to what is, but to what can be, and what once was.
Salute the future, fly the flag of Hope and then…and
There is no Dishonor in giving Honor to
the land on which you stand.
There is no Disgrace in saluting the Graceful Principles of
There is no weakening of one Rights to protest what can be
But there is blindness when you don’t Respect Dissent.
Hate, by its nature, gestates when one
refuses to see the Other Side.
One cannot see what one does not honor.
When you shredded your Constitution, I waited for your
never came, but your hatred washed me in its thick dying blood.
Awaken, Children of Dissent.
Open the blind eye to the Honor of Dissent.
Offer your honor before you desecrate so your ancestor’s tears
Stand Vigilant in your Dissent so the Beast of Terror cannot