One Year Later

This time it wasn't a dream

This time the bars weren't rusty

The jailer wasn't a drunk

This was not an old western scenario

I could still hear the gallows being tested though

The morbid noise it makes

The pull of the handle

The creak of the trapdoor

The stretch noise the hemp rope makes

As the weighted dummy is hung

The gallows, after all, were my idea

And these in particular were assembled at my command

These same units were the ones from Albany

Disassembled after our defeat

Brought here to Washington D.C.

To be used after our trials

An example will be made of every last one of us

That's what the judge at the tribunal had said

He had even uttered those age old words at the sentencing

"To be hanged, until you are dead, dead, dead!"

I was almost stoned to death leaving the courthouse

The soldiers guarding me had  made sure of that

Leaving holes in their ranks

So the people gathered could take some justice

That was weeks ago though

The cuts and bruises almost healed up

Just in time to be executed

I had been encouraged to write my memoirs

All my thoughts and intentions leading up to the rebellion

They've refused to call it 'The Second Revolution'

Though that is the title I've given the memoirs

Who knows?  Perhaps it will stick yet

I poured my heart into those pages

My last chance to share my vision for the country

Maybe if enough people read it

all of this will not have been in vain

All the misguided and well intentioned actions

Of almost a year ago

Tomorrow is the one year anniversary of the start of all this

I filmed a Public Service Announcement yesterday

Several of them I think

I read several scripts for the cameras

Lord knows what they'll actually be used for

The gist of everything I read was:

Reform, not revolution kids

Or you'll end up like me!

A Saturday morning message for the ages indeed

Reform, not revolution

I had the core problem right though

It was all about money

I should have taken all that money and bought some politicians

I just didn't have the patience

I should have known about the bombs though

From my point of view

I'm lucky that even one of them was real

Turns out that half of the units we bought were CIA fakes

Once again, unfortunately for me

Both of the ones in D.C. were booby trapped

That about wrapped things up for us

Not following through with the ultimatum to the President

That, and all the bombs that were being dropped on our heads

The Air Force boys finally took back control of the drones

That was a bad day

Or a good day

Depending on what side you were on

It's all in the memoirs though

Pick up a copy when they come out

I am the General of The Second American Revolution

Some will piss on my grave

But if history is any indication

I won't be hated forever

Time is all I need