N.C. you blew it!!! Written 7 years ago, The night was ne’er Blacker, the day more severe, When the people’s house gathered and lone to the rear, Left a seat in the corner, a lonely light shows, Was the sole the place of honor and domain of John Rhodes. Now John was a driver of ambulance told, He traveled the county and helped young and old, His moniker simple, his task so sincere, That those of his district held him close and so dear. He rose up in stature, he rose in his fame, He took on a business and gave it his name. A quaint land profess’nal, he bought and he sold, And helped out his neighbor, that good old John Rhodes. When needed he came, when summoned he knelt, And never have up and he never took gelt. His town had a mission, he followed the codes, And he served his Cornelius that standup John Rhodes. Later on in the valley, that’s so far from home, In Raleigh he wandered and set up his tome. To swear down the Speaker corrupt and so lack, He took on the power of evil Jim Black. Long proven the hero, despite his rejection, His own party faltered and needs introspection, To capture his spirit none else could propose, the daring and vocalist style of John Rhodes. He’s back in his hometown, and scaring the lot, They don’t know his plans, those drunken old sot, Who peck at his coat, yet admire him so. The honest of citizens, that shining John Rhodes. He tosses old politics, and waves off the lobby, He has no intent of becoming their hobby. His horse is all saddled to ride from abodes, Into battle against them, the lofty John Rhodes. They waver in number, they cry in the wind, they have no ideas, ‘cause they can’t get to him, He’ll never give up and he’ll never say bust, The crowd in the State House will be left in the dust. That light is still shining, though pale it may be, One day it will burst all upon them with glee, Their eyes will be blinded, their bodies imposed, From the sight of the man who returns - that John Rhodes. And quiver they may, and all hurl invective, They shudder and rant and still say ineffective, But deep down they know who’s last laugh is best, and it’s coming again at their sorry behest. They realize the public, much smarter than they, Is tired, and angry of not having a say, As bonds go defeated, and taxes o’erturn, It’s their blood covered hands that swelter and burn. They’ve had their free party, their turn at our throat, But it’s all of the others whose turn comes to gloat, With leaders imprisoned and more on their way, The rest of us look to a stellar new day. When the clouds draw assunder, and lightning will break, When the world becomes clear of who’s real and who’s fake. From the owl to wolves to the turtles and toads, They’ll all speak the name of the honest John Rhodes. ~ John Rhodes ~
Posted on: Sun, 09 Nov 2014 01:18:08 +0000
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