I would like to take this opportunity to thank all servicemen " PAST AND PRESENT" who have fought, or who are presently fighting for the flag you see flying below, and what freedoms I have left.
I LOVE MY COUNTRY, BUT I"M NOT TO FOND OF MY GOVERNMENT
Diminishing Freedom
By : Bob Bryant
Our American freedoms
Their diminishing every day
Governments got us shackled
Like an inmate that can’t stray
If I earn it the legal way
By the time I pay my taxes
Their is little left for play
They want to know every move we make
Thus the surveillance everywhere
They make it hard to raise a family
However they don’t care
They hand out the taxes that I pay
To anyone who says “ I Can’t ”
They’re scared if they deny the welfare
They might get a complaint
Well that’s Ok, I’ll keep working
Because supporting myself is something I’ve learned
I just want the politicians to remember
In “Hell” is where evil burns
THANKS UNCLE SAM
By : Bob Bryant
Thank you Uncle Sam for caring about me
I remember when I used to be free
I must have been crazy to think that was right
What was I thinking riding with no headlight
I used to ride with my head unbound
Only you realized what woulda happened if I laid her down
Thanks for showing me the error of my ways
I don’t leave home without a helmet these days
What could I have been thinking ridin’ with no shirt
Forgot about the roadrash if I’d hit the dirt
Thanks to you and your political team
I’ve quieted my pipes, cause it’s the right thing
Thank your lawmen for me because without them
My hair would be flying free in the wind
I’m pretty sure God didn’t mean for that to be
I mean after all he sent you to look after me
I don’t know how people made it in the older days
Without you to show them the error of their ways
I appreciate you taking most of my check from me
After all who needs it to support a family
Please thank your law also, before I forget
For stopping me quite often to make sure I’m legit
I really do appreciate the way you look after me
I wouldn’t want to forget and think I’m truly FREE
“Winds of Freedom”
By: Bob Bryant
Winds of freedom,
A tie that binds
A solo rider,
To the painted lines
Winds of Freedom,
Barely felt anymore
It’s path cut off,
By the political door
Winds of Freedom,
For which blood is shed
Represented on the flag
Thirteen stripes waving red
Winds of Freedom
They are dying down
The political cloud
Casting shadows on the ground
Winds of freedom
A biker’s heart needs
Off of those winds
His soul does feed
Winds of freedom
Found on country roads
A solo rider
Escaping neon’s glow
Winds of freedom
Please blow for me
Let me ride
Throughout eternity.
A Soul That’s Free
By Bob Bryant
Back off the beaten path
He just wants his freedom
To escape the political wrath
He wants to love his woman
He wants to ride his bike
He’s sick of people, that don’t know him
Tellin’ him how to live his life
Everyone knows what’s good for him
But they don’t know a thing
He’s listened close, in the still of night
The freedom bell don’t ring
They want to reduce his emissions
They force him to wear a lid
But they don’t know, their fears of him
Are all inside their head
Guess they don’t know the saying
Judge not, lest ye be judged
He’s never done a thing to them
Yet they seem to carry a grudge
He can’t understand their concern
About the way that he should be
Guess they don’t know and never will
The feel of a soul that’s free
JUST LIKE YOU
By: Bob Bryant
So let me tell ya about the man you see
Just like you, if I’m cut I will bleed
But un-like you, peoples approval I don’t need
Just like you, I go to work everyday
But un-like you, I ain’t forgot how to play
Just like you, I will sleep when I’m tired
But un-like you, I’m not afraid to inquire
Just like you, there are times when I’ve lost it
But un-like you, there are no suits in my closet
Just like you, there are storms that I’ve weathered
But un-like you, I wear boots and leather
Just like you, I have family and friends that I love
But un-like you, I won’t back down when push comes to shove
Just like you, I’ve heard of politically correct
But un-like you, I think it’s a screwed up concept
Just like you, I have a car or truck that I like
But un-like you, I’d rather ride my bike
Just like you, I think many things are unfair
But un-like you, I’m not afraid to grow my hair
Just like you, sometimes I’m to quick to judge
But un-like you, I can let go of a grudge
So go ahead mister and look at me with disgust
Just remember your ass, I’ll bet this “Biker” can dust
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This poem is dedicated to the
“Patriot Guard Riders”
A silent tear falls to the ground
A mother and father, their head bowed down
They’ve come today to say goodbye
Underneath America’s free blue sky
Their hearts heavy from their loss
Yet they remember freedom has a cost
For freedom their child gave his life
He defended America, paid the ultimate price
Some people see him as a killer with a gun
“Patriot Guard Riders” see him, as America’s son
Giving them the freedom to ride in today
Keeping demonstrators away as him family prays
They will not let these people disrespect the young man
That fought and gave his life for this land
Respect for his honor, and the family’s loss
They’ve come to insure, cause freedom has a cost
As the funerals over, and the crowd goes home
The “ Patriot Guard Riders” will say a prayer of their own
They will ride away with a feeling of “Brotherhood”
Loving the feel of freedom, for which the young man proudly stood
