America

Wed, 04/16/2014 - 17:40 -- jemoli

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You see that banner flying tall and proud?

That's just a mask for the country falling to the ground.

We cry out "Help!" to God when things get dirty,

But we shut Him out of our country just as suddenly.

 

That banner with the stars and stripes?

It used to induce a sense of pride.

Now many are ashamed

To be part of a place that once stood for freedom,

Not blame.

 

Our people are attacked.

Our planes are hi-jacked.

We try to take action,

But no longer is it encouraged

To be pushed into a strong reaction.

 

America once was our country.

But now, whose really is she?

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