America Once Beautiful
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"America, the beautiful," you once were said to be.
Where men would fight to keep this place the land of brave and free.
But now instead these men that fight, are left so far behind
They are pushed way to the back, out of sight out of mind.
It is my hope that by the end of this you'll see,
Although they fought with courage we are all but free.
America, America, upon which God's grace had shone;
With liberty and justice for all, where'er the flag was flown.
But now there is another flag that mocks God in his face
What is now a symbol of sinful lusts was once that of God's grace.
And now no longer do we have what's called a home of liberty
For where is justice in the killing of the unborn, this I just can't see.
America, once beautiful, so far you've come since then
You did your best to play the act, but forgot your lines again.
You tried so hard to conquer hate, by making laws to call it crime
Our courts are full of useless debates that in the end just waste our time.
We sit and act like nothing's wrong as if we're clean and pure,
We breathe our last so painfully, yet still reject the cure.
America, America, where will the line be drawn?
Or will you slowly crumble into the fading dawn?
You say if done for love then it's all fair and good,
That these sinners are all just simply misunderstood.
But what about the rapist or the pedophile?
Everything they do still brings themselves a crooked, dirty smile.
America, so sick with sin, or do you still not see,
Our country has been littered with gross pornography.
You fill the minds of all the kids with things they should not see,
Showing your approval to things that should not be.
You now begin to act like you for them know what is best.
Forcing rules in all the schools and claiming parents as the pest.
America, America, will there be hope for you one day?
Will there be a time at last when you hear the truth we say?
To you who are no longer sick, to whom the cure He gave,
Will you let this country fall into its miry grave?
Will you not help to guide the shot, nor correct their aim?
Will you not choose to take a stand and with one voice proclaim:
“America! America! May God's grace to you be shown!
May you return His truth, into the land we call our home!”
America, so beautiful, you can someday become,
When the fight to stand for Truth, becomes a battle won.
7/12/13
This poem is about:
My country