January 4, 1776, 1976

200 years ago today
(or thereabouts), the
forces of the law and
of nature were cracking
down on the unnatural.

In a fit of fate, the
freaks went to a new land,
in search of freedom and
the pursuit of happiness.

The happiness was fulfilled
for some.  The crackdown
was stopped.  Meaning was
restored in the life of one.

The giving of hope by some
to one was enough to sustain
the life and keep the existence
from being so nearly destroyed.

The hope continued through
six years.  The happiness
waivered but did not falter.
A life was spared.

Now, the date was the
same.  The day was the
same.  The time was the
same.  The names had been
slightly changed.

Zero hour was here.  The
hope was still there, waiting
for the deliverer, but they were
not to be found.

The conclusion that one
has to reach, and still survive,
is that the deliverer delivered
and went away, but there's still
the hope which breaks all barriers.