An Inaugural Poem: One Republic's Grace
An Ode to Trump's Hero's Journey & America's Rebirth
“One Republic's Grace”
Dedicated to Our Founding Fathers, Patriots, Veterans, & Americans of All Shades and Creeds | An Inaugural Poem In Honor of Donald J. Trump & Family
Jan 20, 2025: The Dawn of The Golden Age & Rebirth of America
By Carrie Rinderknecht ©️ Written on October 30, 2024
The air it smells of 1776, this day, Where ghosts of old appear beneath the sun. The Founders rise from slumber’s restful pause, Standing witness to the battle we have won. For treason’s hand, in velvet glove disguised, Reached for our hearts, to bind us in its chains, Without a border victims lay in graves Both citizens and laws were disobeyed But lo! Alight, a crimson dawn anew, Swept past the night that threatened all we knew. Trump stands, The Oath upon his lips like fire, And with God lay our hopes that never tired. The grave itself could not confine the dead, Who rose to see her treason’s scourge unfed. Washington beams with pride in winter's light, While Reagan laughs at tyranny’s impotent fight