British tea cast adrift

In sixteen seventy-three, in Boston's embrace,
A protest arose, a bold act took place.
Colonists, weary of taxation's cruel sting,
Against British rule, in defiance, they'd swing.

December's chill graced the Boston night,
A harbor scene painted in revolutionary light.
No representation, yet taxes so steep,
Fueled a rebellion, no longer asleep.

Three hundred forty-two chests in the sea,
British tea cast adrift, a powerful decree.
No submission to acts that unjustly bind,
The Boston Tea Party, a mark on the mind.

An echo resounded through history's halls,
A catalyst brewing for liberty's calls.
In the lead-up to revolution's solution,
This act stood strong, a fervent contribution.

December 9, 2023
Created by
MarkWaldrop