My Country Tis Of Thee

Long we have lived in a world full of this,
Too bad we have to be a central source for this.
If only she could smile again,
I say with a sigh and look up at ol liberty again.

Crime, death, war, hate.
How much of this do we appreciate?
Stood for glory, valor, and peace.
Now the only thing we sing is defeat.

Once a land set up for destiny,
Too many have cried in complete misery.
We know not how to fix our many mistakes
So perfect little lies seem our best way.

Built upon mistrust and disgust,
So many die for a nation so corrupt.
Some slowly driven insane
Do the unthinkable,
God bless his name.

The little children weep,
Watching their parents being laid at their feet.
Sadness seems to be the key,
To anger and not enough hospitality.

Many wonder what our problem is,
I say nothing, everything we do is a win.
Smile though tear gas, the riot police closing in,
Oh, America what has become of us?

Many peak through our iron gates.
How I wish I could say I wasn’t ashamed.
Even then, no one to let them in,
We sit on white couches and watch them lounge in death.

My Country Tis Of Thee,
May God judge you rightly when he brings you to your knees.
~d.h.c