Release
I sigh when I see, I harbor what I hear,
My heart beats louder when the trouble is so near.
The kids are crying and politicians are lying,
My Nation is sick and seemingly dying.
If only she could remember her beauty and strength,
and turn from her shame to God and repent.
We are not smiling, we are bent over, rolling with pain,
wondering will America ever be great again.
She was beautiful. From sea to shining sea,
A light of hope to all, even unto me.
A young black ghetto child, a girl abused, sitting at river's side,
Yet even then, finding a place for country's pride.
Mansions built on the backs of slaves,
so many of valor fought, until laid in their graves.
For this lady. Liberty.
Now, the beauty of her smile is forgotten by greed.
Brought low by sexual confusion and foolishness like legalized weed.
The old houses are merely shacks,
hangout spots where they can sell crack,
excuse me heroin it is,
that is killing our kids.
Our families, our men, our ladies both young and old,
are being sacrificed and sold, yet not for gold,
but for naught,
into the slavery of society, not by race or gender,
not even for words that are swelling and tender,
But their images of God have been stripped from their hearts
and replaced with tinkling useless parts. Empty.
They don’t know that God loves them.
He created them with unsearchable power,
purposes and promises that will endure every hour.
We strive, we work, they sit in the day,
They laugh for now, not working for pay.
A contagion they hand out as free to so many,
yet, what troubles will come connected to all those free pennies.
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Submitted by BooHayes on August 11, 2017
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | XXAAXXXX BBCC DDBEEXXXXFFXGGXBXGG HHBX |
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Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
Characters | 1,559 |
Words | 291 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 4, 19, 4 |
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