Congratulations Scott, Congratulations Brigadeers, Congratulations America, Congratulations Fellow patriots and farewell
The greatest moment in a Patriots life, is to know that they have given their very best, for a just cause. "Pride" is to have given your best, to lie bloodied and scarred on the field of battle, and to be victorious.
Yesterday the voices of a patriotic nation were heard. Our flag is still there. Yes, it is standing proud upon rampart of our great nation. A nation conceived in liberty.
The folks atop our nations hill,
have long ignored our peoples will.
So we found a simple man to teach you,
ignore his words... and we'll impeach you.
You see, we've tried so very hard to reach you;
We've begged, implored and then beseeched you.
Our revolt is now within your sight,
you seem surprised, it ain't just from the right.
You choose to hide behind locked door,
Our frustated voices you ignore.
Your twisted views so needed change,
our man Scott Brown will rearrange.
We feel our man can represent,
and then our message will be sent.
Though we know we've only got one shot,
we've placed our hopes, and dreams in Scott.
For we know D.C. must reconnect,
we demand the "peoples will" reflect.
So we'll send our man, Brown, to the hill,
and deliver there a bitter pill.
For your unjust arrogance infects our pride,
but, "we the people" choose not to hide.
We choose now not to be ignored;
we'll insure the balance soon restored.
Most will doubt our efforts fate,
for the challenge faced is oh, so, great.
But fear ye not! Our will is strong,
and the shield of liberty never wrong.
We'll send our soldier with protection,
against the strength of your insane infection.
For your politics has brought us naught but pain,
So solidly, "our House" we must regain.
Your views, your bills, most need repealin',
and the patriots of Massachusetts have a feelin';
That they, are now our peoples voice,
to hold our will, and make that choice.
Your arrogance claims "it's a Kennedys seat".
We do not agree, let us please repeat...
The peoples revolt is now in sight,
we're patriots all, and we're here to fight.
So keep hiding behind your chamber doors,
keep ignoring all our peoples roars.
On one nineteen we have planned our invade,
it's a matter of honor for our brigade.
The voiceless masses will soon appear,
with a thunderous roar we'll take your ear.
Our soldier Scott will lead the charge,
up to the hill, our masses large.
So please permit, that we introduce you,
to a man we challenge now to teach you.
You need only call him "Mr. Brown",
for you see, he's from an average town.
have long ignored our peoples will.
So we found a simple man to teach you,
ignore his words... and we'll impeach you.
You see, we've tried so very hard to reach you;
We've begged, implored and then beseeched you.
Our revolt is now within your sight,
you seem surprised, it ain't just from the right.
You choose to hide behind locked door,
Our frustated voices you ignore.
Your twisted views so needed change,
our man Scott Brown will rearrange.
We feel our man can represent,
and then our message will be sent.
Though we know we've only got one shot,
we've placed our hopes, and dreams in Scott.
For we know D.C. must reconnect,
we demand the "peoples will" reflect.
So we'll send our man, Brown, to the hill,
and deliver there a bitter pill.
For your unjust arrogance infects our pride,
but, "we the people" choose not to hide.
We choose now not to be ignored;
we'll insure the balance soon restored.
Most will doubt our efforts fate,
for the challenge faced is oh, so, great.
But fear ye not! Our will is strong,
and the shield of liberty never wrong.
We'll send our soldier with protection,
against the strength of your insane infection.
For your politics has brought us naught but pain,
So solidly, "our House" we must regain.
Your views, your bills, most need repealin',
and the patriots of Massachusetts have a feelin';
That they, are now our peoples voice,
to hold our will, and make that choice.
Your arrogance claims "it's a Kennedys seat".
We do not agree, let us please repeat...
The peoples revolt is now in sight,
we're patriots all, and we're here to fight.
So keep hiding behind your chamber doors,
keep ignoring all our peoples roars.
On one nineteen we have planned our invade,
it's a matter of honor for our brigade.
The voiceless masses will soon appear,
with a thunderous roar we'll take your ear.
Our soldier Scott will lead the charge,
up to the hill, our masses large.
So please permit, that we introduce you,
to a man we challenge now to teach you.
You need only call him "Mr. Brown",
for you see, he's from an average town.
But please don't think that he's the last,
for our newest mission's, a "supporting cast";
And soon, our great nations pride will able...
...many more Scott Browns amid your table.
for our newest mission's, a "supporting cast";
And soon, our great nations pride will able...
...many more Scott Browns amid your table.
God Bless you Scott Brown, and God Bless the United States of America
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Permalink Reply by Elaine on -
This is not farewell, as there will be MANY more races ahead in 2010. This was just the first SHOT and I ask you.... "CAN YOU HEAR US NOW????"
Thanks all and GO PATRIOTS!
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Permalink Reply by Ronald F. Gear jr on
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They all will hear us soon!
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Permalink Reply by H. Moore on
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Bradman Family.....This is an amazing poem. Please everyone..keep the spirit alive. I have sent it to all my friends and family.
Thank you for all you do!!
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Permalink Reply by DUANE DEMPSEY on -
WOW that was great thanks
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