Mastermind


His left hand rested on the yellowed pages of the Bible,

The other raised in acknowledgment of his oath.

It had taken a long thirty-five years of blood and cunning,

But he had finally done it.


The rain poured down and dotted the messy paper,

Making the words hard to read even in the lantern's light.

The fort was no longer his and his mission had failed,

At least that's what the Governor thought.


War in the wilderness erupted just as planned,

Carrying him to command and glory.

His reputation as an honorable soldier was forged,

The quiet and calm old veteran was his facade.


Injustice and tyranny were words commonly heard,

The people were responding as predicted.

Let them simmer then bring them to a boil,

The brink of anarchy and chaos had been reached.


Like a white knight he gracefully accepted command,

It wasn't much of a sight but a Continental Army was better than none.

From Dorchester Heights to Trenton he scavenged his victories,

Each carefully picked to lure his people.


Then the war was won and his people free,

An endless number of possibilities before them.

Certainly not a kingdom but a republic,

An eternal rampart for future generations until the end of time.


With signature grace he stepped down from command,

Quietly waiting for them to unwittingly rally around his candidacy.

The Congress and its Articles wouldn't last long,

Soon the world would be his.


His left hand rested on the yellowed pages of the Bible,

The other raised in acknowledgment of his oath.

It had taken a long thirty-five years of blood and cunning,

But he had finally done it.


America was his.

The world would forever remember him as a symbol of leadership and liberty.

Maybe even depicted on currency and certainly the capitol's namesake,

Mad King George would die and his empire would crumble...


...but George Washington would live forever.