Hold Her High

Questions from a hero’s grave


By brian francis


Oh say does that star spangled banner yet stand
Over a free and civilized land?
Does it still stand for justice for one and for all,
Or have they forgotten why heroes did fall?
Oh say does that star spangled banner still wave
Over a nation which hasn’t a slave?
Do they still look upon her with tears in their eyes
Or have they forgotten those first battle cries?
Oh say, can you tell me what the colors now mean?
Do they give her the honor that’s due to a queen?
Do they stand up and cheer her when she’s carried by
And what are their feelings when they see her fly?

Oh say does that star spangled banner yet stand
Over the nation the way it was planned?
Can you still see her flying wherever you go?
When the children look to her do their faces glow?
Oh say does that star spangled banner still wave
Over the heroes who lie in the grave?
And do they remember what she has withstood
In protecting our nation so free and so good?
Oh say can you tell me if you still hold her high?
Is she still the most beautiful flag in the sky?
Does she fly like an eagle and soar high above
As a symbol of liberty, freedom, and love?

Copyright © 2020 brian francis

Masih ad-Dajjal

by brian francis

Looking at the TV screen at the local Donuts shop
an old man said pointing at the picture of Donald Trump
He has come, soon the battle will begin.
I sat looking down engaged in my donut and coffee
but still I listened as he mumbled about the prophesy

He is the one destined for destruction
he who opposes and exalts himself
he takes the highest seat
and they cry out his name
the deceiver comes from his place
in the towers high above the great city

He will remove the laws, becoming the lawless one
joining league with the orders of darkness
he will oppress the voices of reason and truth
usurping the good with deception, perversion
Yes he has come and dark days will soon follow

12/19/2016
Copyright © 2020 brian francis

Lady of Liberty

By brian francis

Oh, Lady of liberty, standing so grand,
The tired they sent you and you made them strong;
With your reflection in the spirits of man,
Telling of freedom and liberty for all.
To you they came flocking by air land and sea,
To the nation of freedom and liberty,
To you came the cries of the meek and the poor,
To you came the knock upon liberty’s door.

Lady of liberty, torch held so high,
Alone like a beacon you shine like the dawn.
Symbolic of our nations reach for the sky.
The reach it is endless, the arm it is strong.
You stand by our nation appealing for peace,
Receiving in turn, the respect of the free.
Yet, the cries that you hear from people afar,
Leaves you shining the way like a morning star.


Copyright ©2020 brian francis

Masih ad-Dajjal

By brian francis 

Looking at the TV screen at the local Donuts shop
an old man said pointing at the picture of Donald Trump
He has come, soon the battle will begin.
I sat looking down engaged in my donut and coffee
but still I listened as he mumbled about the prophecy

He is the one destined for destruction
he who opposes and exalts himself
he takes the highest seat
and they cry out his name
the deceiver comes from his place
in the towers high above the great city

He will remove the laws, becoming the lawless one
joining league with the orders of darkness
he will oppress the voices of reason and truth
usurping the good with deception, perversion
Yes he has come and dark days will soon follow

Copyright © 2020 brian francis